I am in a whimsical mood today. Whimsical, now how do you define that? erratic; unpredictable: perhaps…

As I was doing my usual carft blog-surfing, I realised how much my ideas have changed since getting introduced to craft world. Nothing is silly anymore. Nothing is kiddish, or useless. So unlike what I had started believing in…

There was a time when a little girl loved crafting, DIY like all other kids. But she didn’t want to outgrow them. Yet she did. Because such things were “useless”, a “wastage of time & precious money” and anyways, she “wasn’t really good at it.”

So she gave it up. Until she saw these beautiful blogs. Full of hope, full of life. Full of stuff which was beautiful, enchanting, healing - because it was made by hands. Normal people, like her, of her age or older, were crafting, making things without bothering whether there was any use to having so many pincushions or hundreds of  wristlets.

If others could, why couldn’t I?

 You guys gave me hope, breath to my dying dreams…

thanks…so much…