Insomnia is not fun but what you can do with it can be fun! (Didn’t fall asleep until 2 a.m. this morning and am thinking it’s pretty likely that it will happen again tonight… so I’m staying up late rather than tossing and turning in bed.) Look! I started this, this morning and finished it tonight!
On second thought… No. You see, I had the cutest idea this year to make sock monkeys for all of my boys for Christmas, and while I am going to follow through and complete them all even if it kills me, the first one, well…. let’s just say that the idea looked a lot better in my head… the poor discombobulated poly-filled primate looks like he was assembled by Pablo Picasso himself. And I don’t mean that as a compliment to my sense of art either. Very crooked I’m afraid. Oh well…. as my 7 year old reminded me today with words written on a cut out heart card that he had made, “Remember Mom, love is the best gift.” Remember… this is the child who recently wrote a poem entitled, “Feelings.” It was followed up by a super duper bear hug and a big wet and wonderful kiss.
That child slays me.
So Picasso monkeys made by me and given in love are better than perfectly aligned and proportioned monkeys made a in a sweat shop in Indonesia. Okay, so anything would probably be better than something made in a sweat shop in Indonesia… as far as my conscience is concerned anyways. Point being, I don’t think I’m quite ready to rescind that “non-crafty” prefix before my name just yet. Not until I can do something more than fumble my way around a sewing machine anyways.