Archive for February, 2011

“or the fingerprints you left all over my life. . .”

{ February 10, 2011 @ 12:56 am } · { birthday, cards, fun, hobbies, ribbon }
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I decided it’s probably time for me to share one of my hobbies. I make cards.  NO, I do NOT scrapbook. Although a lot of the tools and processes are the same, I feel there is a crucial difference. For one, a card can have lots of embellishments and still be cute, where as if you put too many embellishments on a scrap page, it takes away from the pictures (which are the purpose for a scrapbook, right?). Two, cards can use scraps of paper. They are practical, economical, and still cute! Three, cards are meant to be shared! I mean, scrapbooks can be shared, but it’s not like you send a scrapbook to your friend for Christmas or anything.

Rachel's birthday card

The inside says “Wishing you a day of little treasures and simple pleasures. Happy Birthday.” (in blue ink).

This is the card I made today. I was really struggling for a creative idea, and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. However, once the creative juices started flowing, it was a bit easier, and I think it turned out well. Everything on this card was in my scrap pile (except for the blue grid ribbon) and I felt not only crafty, but practical. I didn’t have to cut a huge piece of paper to make a card, and I know that it will be appreciated.

That’s my biggest thing about giving cards away. I want them to be appreciated and I want the recipient to have warm fuzzies. I really do take my time and put effort into these cards. I like looking at them, and I generally take a picture (especially if I am going to give it away) so that I can remember that I actually was creative, and also so I can replicate should the need arise.

I’m debating about making a blog/website for my cards to try to sell them, but I just don’t have the time or energy to start a business right now. Plus, I want to be able to make cards when I feel like, not on demand (although I have been known to make cards for people. . ..if they ask nicely. hehe).  Anyways, I feel like this post is a little disjointed, but I just wanted to be able to share one of my more expensive but fun hobbies.

 

 

“just to hear you say that you love me. . .”

{ February 4, 2011 @ 3:36 am } · { Uncategorized }
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Apparently I don’t adapt to change well. I’d like to think that I do, but in reality, it kind of scares and/or upsets me. I’d prefer (as would I think most people) for things to remain somewhat stagnant; for people to remain in my life, etc. . . That being said, there have been some changes with people in my life,  and it has put me in kind of a funk. I’ve been feeling a sense of abandonment from my close male friends, and while I realize that change is necessary and good, it’s hard for me to not resent growing up and people moving on.

I understand that people are placed in your life for a reason, and more importantly, for a season. I get that. I really do. I just wish that when people moved on, when you aren’t close friends anymore, that it didn’t hurt so bad. I wish that it didn’t feel like our entire friendship had been a pretense, and that when it came down to it, other people are more important.

As I was laying on the couch in my room (yes, I have a couch in my bedroom), feeling particularly resentful of a situation in which I had inadvertently placed myself in, I was kicking myself for trying so hard to remain friends with people who, in my mind, obviously don’t feel the same way about me that I feel about them. I was contemplating my friendships, and attempting to ascertain what course of action I should pursue next when I had a small revelation. It wasn’t particularly new information, or groundbreaking, but more a change in perspective that has changed my outlook.

I am someone, a friend, who can be counted on. My friends love me and need me. It doesn’t matter that we haven’t talked in a year. The important part is that when something happens, when they just need a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear, I can be that person for them. More than effusions of love and gratitude, the mere fact that my friends trust me enough to confide in me speaks volumes of their appreciation and affection.

As I thought about this some more, I thought about how easy it is to view things in a negative light. Nothing changed tonight, except for my perspective and attitude. I am grateful to have friends that count on me. It’s nice to be needed.

 

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