I defied doctors’ orders, threw caution to the wind, the natural-born rebel that I am. Not! I had always strived to be the obedient child but Thursday after an early morning medical appointment, instead of going home and back into bed as told, I wandered into a Michael’s Crafts store.
I wanted to do something daring, so that I could astound you with page-turning entries of impeccable needlepoint and exquisite crocheted creations.
Hah! To me, at the age of sixty-four, this seemed the ultimate new adventure. I was stoked. Until I shared my plan with a member of the younger generation. Balloon deflated.
Anyhow, as I rolled down the strip mall path, I felt the spray of water I have craved to feel when I passed this gurgling fountain. I luxuriated as the aqueous droplets danced on my face.
Then, I saw a bouquet of dainty beauties calling out to me. I took a few moments to gaze at these petite blossoms. As you know, my life consists of four walls surrounding me as I lie in my bed of forced confinement because of my physical condition.
But, Thursday! Well, what an amazing time I had. It is extremely rare that I am able to do something I actually want to do. I spend my days doing what needs to be done.
Unrestrained, unhindered, flying, and free! Now, I am looking forward to wowing you with my crafty handiwork.
My first project: a pot holder and several hours of watching Crocheting for Beginners on YouTube. I restarted my first row of loops and unraveled them eight times already. Stay tuned! 😉