“I am not a hoarder. I am the curator of an extensive private craft supply collection."
-Unknown-
That's me! Everything I collect, from buttons to cardboard boxes and most 'rubbish' is a piece of splendour. Oh yes, to make matters worse, part of these have memories and even others bear sentimental values. If I narrate a few tales, therapy would surely be advised. Here are some of my creations from the past week that birthed a thought and I decided to journal the same.
These pieces seemed similar to us. There are the near perfects – requiring nothing more than a coat of paint or a little bow and bead to sparkle. Then the one's with some rough patches, but not necessarily needing a complete makeover. Perhaps, a tiny embellishment with the rest untouched was good to go.
Perusing the better side of us takes the attention off the flaws; keeping self-worth intact. It consolidates inherent strength. We feel confident of our core existence and become receptive to minor touches.
Quick to accept our absurdities, we hold back appreciation for those who previously caught our interest with something unique. Suddenly as a blemish peeps out we hastily attempt to work on them to fit our framework. Like these waste items, we render the individual's inadequate till we remodel, remix totally; overlooking their natural beauty. We reverse and modify; if not, they are forgotten forever.
Appreciate the cranberries on the label; look at the pretty pink hearts; wanting no more than lace, a mirror or some simple strips of paper. Watch them before they are enhanced. They will speak a different language. Whispering, "You don't have to change me entirely; I am beautiful if only you observe.
"Repurposing need not be Reconstructing. Not crafts, nor people, not anything ever."- Smita Toppo










1 comment:
Wonderful blog. Sorry that my visits are not as frequent. The overall theme is fantastic. Was lucky to be able to experience the entire process firsthand.
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