For the past year, I’ve been obsessed with looking at things on Etsy, where almost all goods are either handmade or vintage. I am amazed by how many talented people are in the world. I’ve yet to purchase anything from the site, but it’s tempting because of how neat everything is. I learned about a technique called felting on Etsy because, of course, I was looking at pet supplies. I came upon the coolest things! People actually make cat caves out of wool through this felting technique. Some of the caves on the site are absolutely amazing pieces of art. I would have purchased one by now, but I’m cheap and they are expensive. I also stumbled upon the little felted animals and thought those too were amazing, but yet, expensive. These past few days during breaks at work, I’ve been Googling and Youtubing how to felt a cat cave. I then went online and found that Hobby Lobby sells the materials to do this! I even found a coupon for 40% off one item, so immediately after work today I headed there and picked up a bag of wool and netting. I went to Target to get the bubble wrap 😉
Anyway, the point of all this is that although I seem confident and excited right now, is this going to last? Two sewing machines I borrowed from my mother continue to collect dust in my closet as the days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, and still little progress has been made on the quilt I was working on. I buy art supplies and use them once. I can’t remember a hobby, other than reading and writing, that I’ve given up on and become easily bored with! This is so frustrating to me because I don’t finish things I’m working on. My novel is still running around without an ending. My quilt lay in squares. Why can’t I finish anything?
This is a question I’ve often asked myself, but have yet to find an answer beyond simple boredom.
One thing that I have yet to drop the ball on is writing poetry. I recently wrote this after I spent an afternoon taking pictures in my backyard.
I envy your strength,
which changes with the dancing of the sun.
Your flowing tresses flutter with the movement of the wind,
some strands carried away in the breeze.
Looking at you,
all your different hues of emerald and olive,
home to beating hearts of all sizes,
envious of you.
If only I could be so selfless.
The liveliness of Spring passes,
moves on and the dead of winter takes her place,
and your beauty changes,
no longer luscious,
elegant as a dancer’s legs.
It’s not long before I miss the old you.
You come back,
even lovelier than before!
No longer green alone,
now a marvelous compilation of pinks & reds.
Thank you for sharing your beauty.
I guess sharing this poem is sort of my way of making myself feel a little more accomplished and less of a failure 🙂
I do hope that I succeed with this cat cave though! If you don’t hear anything in a few days or weeks, assume that it was a no go.
Thanks for reading 🙂