I have never been a "crafty" person. I have tried to sew. I have tried to scrapbook, make flower arrangements etc. All failures. I was resigned that crafting was not my thing. I could find my creative outlet in other ways. After all, shopping and pedicures took lots less effort.
Then this new little girl came into my life and I went to buy my first hair bow and almost fell over! 8 dollars for a really cute one and I was going to need a bow to match every outfit, especially if she was going to become a proper "bow head".
As luck would have it, my wonderful Sis-in-law (who is very crafty) had just learned to make bows and she consented to teach me. I had my reservations since I stink at everything other craft I've tried, but I pressed on and made a bow, and another, and another...and another.
Success. In fact, I am now getting so good, I feel comfortable giving some away. So two Sunday afternoons ago, I sat down to do a craft. I worked for two hours and made about twenty-five bows. Cute, crafty bows
I felt accomplished - elated. In the midst of a time in my life when nothing is ever finished and my children are so needy, I finished a couple hours of work and saw my progress. Something was done. And then I understood my fellow crafty friends. They craft to express and to see finished work. They get to say, look what I have done. I am accomplished!
