I’m not sure if this happens to you, but when I travel, I get all sorts of motivation for making things. Travel-induced inspirations have preoccupied me since I was in middle school. As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure I remember the very first strike of this “create” notion. I was on a road trip with my family, and at a gift shop, I saw the MOST BEAUTIFUL faux fur, patch pillow.
It was lovely in its simplicity. It was fuzzy in its fur. So simple, I’m certain I could make my own! Never mind how it would look in my strawberry pink bedroom. This would be my first transition piece.
And, I did it. I made the pillow.
Another example was in Denmark. It was delicate paper cut-outs that moved me. I could hardly wait to experiment with intricate cut-out designs.
I’d made paper snowflakes, and this shouldn’t be much different.
Sadly, I couldn’t even come close to the perfection I’d learn to appreciate abroad. That project was a “fail.”
So, as we travel, I drool over textiles, I get starry eyed at stained glass, I see beauty all around, and I want to make something.
I’m not completely disabled from keeping my hands busy. I play with photography, I sew patches and other goodies on my pack, I do flower
arranging when the opportunity exists.
Heck, I even made a macrame plant hanger from beach treasures and unraveling cord.
But these last few weeks I’ve hit the motherlode of craft satisfaction. You see, I come from a long line of crafty devils, and my Mom’s house is a bonanza of doodads, notions, thingamabobs, and whatchamacallits.
With her collection, I was able to repair, actually reconstruct, a couple of broken necklaces. From two necklaces, I now have three. The new elements brought life to my travel-weary jewelry.
Once you get going, sometimes it’s hard to stop. I know I’m not alone, because there are people in Portland who knit sweaters for statues.
And in my case, I got carried away and channeled the energy into making some fancy-pants bookmarks.
Not too bad… but, for me, the best part was the satisfaction of making things. So glad to get my fix. Thanks Mom!