Okay, I've been busy and unable to blog, but I have thought many times what I'd like to post. Ideas aren't evading me. Then I wrongly stop myself, because I have a lot of days to make up and sometimes I am too tidy in my approach, wanting to do things in order. Today, instead, I'm going to concentrate on this single day and this beautiful concept I read about in the American Indian Museum several weeks ago. Enlarge the second picture to explain the first.
Since I saw this wound ball of twine, I have wondered over and over what things from my life would deserve a bead. As over reactive as I tend to be, my ball would be ridiculously large and colorful, which may not actually be a bad thing.
What would your ball of twine be like?
6 comments:
Mine would probably get neglected and have two beads. I tend not to make sometimes large events important. I am a classic "down-player" when it comes to life. I am not the most important being on the Earth to everybody else, I am just here so my life reflects that.
torn to shit and pieced back together
I'm sure mine could never be as colorful as yours (and I mean that in a good way), but I'm totally fascinated by the idea.
That is such a neat idea!
I would have a bunch of beads with sticky notes attached to them, and an unused ball of string because I could never get the time to put it together.
Much like my son's life book.
I had never heard of that before. I can totally imagine making one, and being the only one to know what beads stand for what events...some truly known only to me.
I'm w/W-H Mom, mine would be an unfinished mess like so many other things 'round here...
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