time to get crafty

well first let me say its 4 am and I am in the process of moving. So i guess I am telling you reader beware because this maybe filled with typos. It doesnt help that I am forgetting things like crazy. Some blame it on stress and others have their own theories but that is a whole other blog..
but so it turns out i come up with my best ideas when I am sitting right next to banana and strawberry pancakes. and amidst this joyous meal I decided that its time i take a new hobby. But what? I see so many of my friends who are so talented, it makes me a lil nauseated at my own jealousy. There is Amerita who can knit and crochea like no one else I know. There is Emily who giggles with glee when she has the chance to visit the stamping isle. Jan is making a quilt for her baby boy, Amanda likes to garden, April decorates cakes, krista takes great pictures, Shari will be rich one day designing t-shirts and other awesome trinkets and Janice is good at pretty much any craft you can think of.. and the list could go on and on and on.
So i sat sipping orange juice and admiring pancakes all while trying to decide which new found passion is right for me..given my clumsy nature and my decorated past things could get interesting. So I started thinking of my past..

There was the time I got kicked out a basic quilters class for being so untalented and to this day my 7th grade boxer shorts are used as an example of what not to do.

What about cooking? well there was that time i may have accidentally set the kitchen on fire. Did you know plastic melts and smokes at an incredibly fast pace.

Then I started thinking of all my injuries..and potential injuries. (hey a girls body can only take so much)Well gardening is out because dealing with thorns, weeds, pitch forks, and hoes is a definite no. Plus i dont like dirt or bugs. Cross stitching requires a needle and i could see my self getting poked in the stomach. or something... hey with clumsy glamazon you never know. Crochet also deals with a bunch potentially sharp object..so yeah. Making cards or scrap booking requires adhesive and well since i glued my own hands to the bingo tonight I have sworn off glue for a few years.

So right about now.. you may be feeling sorry for me, but trust me I dont want your pity. I also am not telling you this to be the butt of your jokes. Im perfectly capable of pitying and making fun of my self. As I was finishing those pancakes thats where I was honestly. Woe is me who probably wont be winning a quilting contest anytime soon. If only I was less awkward I would be able to garden or sow or paint. unbeknowst to her when the waitress literally shook the self pity right out of me. I had a revelation (dont worry..im getting to it)

Nope I will never be able to sculpt or sow or paint or garden and thats ok. The truth is I admire all the talents of my friends. That is not to suggest that my talents are not of equal caliber. This girl was not meant to bake but I was meant to write. It turns out the ability communicate is my talent. That is ok. My hope is that I always remember to celebrate the uniqueness and diversity that is within each of us including me. The truth everyone is jealous (even if we shouldnt be or dont want to admit it) of someone, I am no exception and who knows who is jealous of me? (which you shld be because forever being a mockery to Northdale Middle School 7th graders in sowing class is awesome..What can I say? always making my mark)No seriously too, what I remember is if you wake up and see yourself as an artist then you are an artist and you are your own artist at that. So even though I may risk injury and gain a few laughs I will always be trying new things because you never know.. and as we say in the land of preschoolers it is about the process not the product.