I love making things. I do not knit. I do not sew. (I took sewing classes, but it was torture, and I was no good at all.) I don’t quilt. I don’t make pottery. The list of crafty things I cannot do goes on and on. And yet, I make things. Every now and then it just comes over me: the need to create something with my hands. I usually don’t know what it’s going to be. It’s something new every time.
I use one of the kitchen cabinets for storing junk. All sorts of it. Bits of cloth, pieces of cardboard, wine corks, ribbons cut off Christmas packages, plastic lids of different sizes, paper towel (and toilet paper) rolls, etc. Every once in a while I repeat the same mistake: I attempt to tidy up the cabinet a bit, and I throw something out. I think, “OK, this has been sitting here too long really. I’m never going to use this.” I get rid of that something, and almost instantaneously it becomes just the thing I need for my new project. I believe that’s the cabinet’s way of getting back at me. It happens every single time. I should make a point of remembering this, for when the creative buzz hits, that kitchen cabinet becomes my treasure trove. I love to go through it, and watch my vague idea take shape. I love finding just what I need to make my idea work... So, if it’s Wednesday, it’s time for
That means my occasional ‘out of the crazy kitchen cabinet’ creations, but mostly my photographs, and maybe a few drawings (cartoon-like, really amateurish.)
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur