Thursday, October 7, 2010
I go through phases. It's been months since I crocheted anything...but now that I've started up again, it's hard to stop. I just love seeing a tangled ball of yarn turn into something beautiful just from my hands and a hook.
There is just something about working with yarn...it brings back that wholesome love that is lost on store bought items. It makes me cherish so many things more...simple things that we take for granted.
This week in school we are learning about the early American settlers. We churned our own butter...not straight from the cow, though my kids are insisting that we need one now. It was so simple and pure and fun...and maybe it's just the novelty of it...I'm sure it would have gotten old if it were a daily chore.
Life has become so easy for us in modern America...but easier isn't always better. I want to know where things come from. I want to be able to meet a need with a little creativity instead of just running out to the store. I want my children to value time. I want them to understand putting love in what they do.