There was a time in my young adult life when I thought if I set my mind to something that I could do it. I decided when my children were very small that I was going to learn to sew. My first project was to sew Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls for my kids! And my second was to sew a patchwork quilt. Ha! How utterly naive I was. That about ended my career as a seamstress. I am reminded of this fact because I tried to sew a little something for a gift to a friend last week. It was an extremely simple project - one that a child with just a tad of experience should have been able to do. Well, mine did look like it was done by a child, but not one with experience.
And writing. Well, let me just say that my college English professor had trouble hiding his smirk when I once mentioned that I might do some writing in my career. I do have creative thoughts that do sometimes involve words. But my ability to put them together in a grammatically correct fashion is challenged. If you've been here on my blog very many times, you've probably already noticed that.
And so I draw. I find that as I attempt to sew or write or even to do elaborate cooking, that the thought,
if only I could just draw this, comes to mind often. I remember the book from my childhood
Harold and the Purple Crayon and I wonder where I could get myself one of those purple crayons. In this book, Harold had a magic purple crayon and everything he drew with it became real. Just think, all the items I'd like to sew but can't, could be drawn. Now, I'd probably want them to be a different color than purple. But if I could find one of those magical crayons, I bet I could learn to love purple. And then all those thoughts I have that I long to put into words, could just be drawn.
This dancing swan is an example of pages and pages of unwritten words poured into one drawing. Hmmmm. Maybe I should have drawn her in purple.
I did give the sewing project that I completed to my friend. Well, I mailed it to her and it should arrive today. I sent it with all its imperfections and 'do overs'. I sent it because perfection should not exist between true friends. I sent it because it was made with much love and prayers for her. And I sent it because in spite of all its warts, it was still made well enough to serve its intended purpose.
But next time I feel a need to stitch something, I'll be looking for my purple crayons!
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