Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Book Wreath - or - She's No Crafty Clara

Here's my truth: I am not a crafty girl.

Please, hear me out. Don't leave me, just yet.

I have big ideas about being crafty... I paint with my kids! I collect fabric! Don't leave me.

It's just that I can't thread my sewing machine and I'm deathly afraid of the bobbin. I've never used spray adhesive. I hate painting furniture.
Don't. Go.

Can you tell that I have deep seated abandonment issues?

What makes it all the more mysterious is that I've never been abandoned.

I take that back - A crappy high school boyfriend once momentarily left me at Wal Mart.

Uh-oh - my pre-midlife-crisis Typographical ADD is kicking in again. For all of you who have teenagers who do well in high school and don't cause you much grief - you might as well know now that all of that concentrated effort will eventually give way to the inability to remain focused for longer than 1.35 minutes at the keyboard.

Honest to goodness, I have a point.

And it is this:

I did a craft. This craft. I bought the tawdry romance novel and dug out my glue gun. I have the blisters to prove it.

I watched the heart-wrenching update on Amanda Knox while I glued. I have followed it closely since the beginning and I believe that she is innocent. And I have an undisputed knack for these things. I think I missed my calling in life. I shoulda been a judge. (That doesn't require a long attention span, does it?)

I'm quite pleased with this first effort. It speaks to my heart.

Maybe it will even re-inspire my waning love for fiction.