I’ve always been the crafty sort – I made my own paper dolls when I was kid, had a book full of poetry, crocheted blankets and scarves for friends. I even carried a sketch pad with me everywhere I went. My dad was the same way, his sketch pad and pencils were never too far from his side. Then life got in the way and the pads and pencils were put aside for children’s books and permission slips. My dad never found his way back to his first true love but I have.
So today I am grateful for the opportunity that I have had to let my imagination soar. Though the project is small (taking a small wooden trunk and turning it into a padded ottoman), I’m having fun and it feels good to flex my crafting muscle.