Tilting at Windmills: A little crafting tonight

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

A little crafting tonight

Since the leg started acting up I haven't done much in the crafting areas except crochet- *that* is still possible even when stuck in a recliner.

Tonight I dug out some things and made a birthday card for my brother. By the time I went through my paper stash, found some "masculine" paper, found a cardstock I liked with it, cut out the new stamps (from the Time to Stamp collection from the Rummage Bin at Cornish Heritage Farms), cut the background paper, cut the cardstock, did the stamping and assembled it all, I was beat!!! So, this very simple card is the best I could do- but I like it just the way it is and hope he will also.

It's WAY past my bedtime, so off I go!

6 comments:

Lee said...: I just LOVE it like it is also!! And what special meaning for your brother to make this while you're still recovering!!! What a wonderful sister you are!!! That is a really cool stamp!!; March 25, 2008 at 2:01 AM
Godelieve said...: Fabulous masculine card!; March 25, 2008 at 2:46 AM
Etha said...: What a wonderful birthday card!! I love it and so will your brother :); March 25, 2008 at 7:26 AM
Trish D said...: Very nice card - I really like the colors you used. And although you were tired afterward, it must have felt GREAT to get inky :); March 25, 2008 at 7:28 AM
Keri Lee Sereika said...: Looks great!!! Sometimes simple is just the way it needs to be!; March 25, 2008 at 1:21 PM
Maren said...: Such a perfect card for your brother! Love this simple layout!!; March 25, 2008 at 2:09 PM

Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".