Two years ago, two of my neighbors and I got together to create Vision Boards. A Vision Board is a way put forward the setting of goals and to visualize one’s Ideal.
My “board” morphed into a book that I called My Life’s Intentions. I ended up with about 23 pages. Some were esoteric goals like: be a friend; live my faith; pursue peace; and be joyful, Others were more concrete like: write, write, write; live my faith; keep family close; and care for my pets.
Many were day-to-day intentions, and others were long-term goals.
Long-term goals were to travel to Australia. Tick. Exercise. Tick. Dress nicely. Tick, I hope.
And the one to which I dedicated this weekend was: Make Stuff.
I have been making stuff since I was a kid. Mostly, as an adult, I have paper crafted and sewed. My high school friend/college roommate taught me to sew, so that I could have more clothes. (See Dress nicely.)
In sewing, I found my niche by repurposing already existing items. I’ve made aprons from skirts and shirts. I’ve made smocks from shirts, purses and bags from upholstery material and old wool coats and sweaters. I’ve made pillows, quilts, and more.
Enter Pinterest. I saw a dress I liked from repurposed men’s shirts. I was motivated and inspired. I went to Goodwill, and I got going. It was a great afternoon, and I ended up with a dress.
Making stuff. Never completely a tick, but a start.
If you want to get to your happy place during this season, go spend some time with three year-olds. It is certainly one of the most exciting places on the planet. At least it is in the class where I am once again subbing regularly until the Christmas break.
Spending four hours a day there is arts-and-crafts mania, complete with my most unfavorite thing of all…glitter. Yet, I have succumbed to the glitter and everything else it entails this year. Here is a list of some of the things we have made in the last four school days…a count-down chain of multicolored circles topped by a star with a manger scene to count the days until Baby Jesus is born; bricks painted with sponges and brown and red tempera for the fake fireplace; sewn-with-yarn stockings to be hung on previously mentioned fireplace; feet and hands angels topped with each child’s face photo made into keepsake ornaments; glittered “presents” for name recognition and roll call; grandparent wreaths; and God knows what else I have conveniently forgotten in my happiness delirium.
We have learned lines for a Christmas show to be given to parents on the day before break, a peppermint stick poem, and a song. Meanwhile there is snack, Gym and Spanish, Taste and Spit or Swallow, Show and Tell (you don’t want to know), and Pledge/Calendar/Weather/Alphabet-Sounds Practice/Days of the Week, and oh, recess! I am earning that afternoon nap big time!
It is a time of magic, what with Santa watching our every move, and us looking for Rudolph on every roof as we move from building to building. I am here to tell you, if you haven’t any faith for the beauty and joy of simple everyday living, come spend a morning. As one kid with full excitement and conviction said, “Can you lee-beeve it?”