Friday, January 30, 2009

Stuck on old

Some days I'm not sure which way to go. I'm not in a bootie making mood, I don't want to wrestle with my sweater (which I've started over by the way and completely resdesigned--I've been keeping it a secret), I've done all the cleaning I'm going to do, the house is good, the kids are settled, the fridge is full and yet the future seems all flipped upside down for some reason and the only thing that my instinct is telling me will help is to go digging through buttons. Old, old buttons. The kind they don't make anymore and you can't find on any contemporary clothing. Interesting, tiny, shiny, creamy, white buttons.

So that's where I am, sifting through them by the fire, thinking of the interesting jewelry I can make with all these yummy buttons. I could look at this as a big time-waster of an exercise, knowing that I "should" be doing other things, but I'm thinking it's feeding some creative desire that needs to be fed so I can do what I need to do later, only with much more heart and desire.

At least that's what I'm hoping will happen.

1 comment:

puffthemagicrabbit said...

Mmmmm. That's better than sea shells. (how far away are we- I think I really want to come play in your buttons)

You know I'm going to tell you to listen to your instincts- if you need to look through your buttons, by all means do. I may go stash diving tomorrow for just the same reason.