The Shtick I Do

Oh  my goodness! I missed posting yesterday! I wish I had a good excuse but I don't . . . unless you count worry. My husband and two sons are away at a music festival in Kentucky (yes, they have them in other places, not just Woodstock). My youngest didn't want to go, she's more into " glamping " than camping. I think I could get into glamping . . . if I could afford something like that. Anyway . . . .  I made some more bracelets. With Pringles lids! A few weeks back I posted this project, a bracelet using up-cycled elements. This time it's basically the same thing with a twist! Can you believe this is made from the lid to a PRINGLES  can?!?!?!?!?!? Well it's actually two  lid rims. And buttons . . . of course. The buttons are just stitched on for decoration, they aren't holding anything together. The wide strips of yellow are doing that. I made this in less than 3 hours. Most of that time was deciding on yarn colors. I picked a dark blue ...

My husband tells me that I collect all kinds of " junk ".  And he isn't wrong in that. I have bit and bobs of all sorts lying about. A sandwich bag full of soda can tabs, a stash of cardboard from all sorts of places (such as dividers from a new blender box). My desk has a cubby filled with paper clips, twist ties, the foil from Hershey's Kisses and various chewing gums. So when he says that I collect all sorts of " junk " he's only looking at it with the eye of a non-crafter. I see inside my " junk ". That's right, to the very soul of the object and that soul cries out to me. It says things like "I'm really a necklace just waiting to be put together" or it might just whimper "I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful". What ever may come out of said objects' nonexistent mouth, I am the one listening. And I am the one creating. Today I heard the cries from an object that may have gone on to c...