I was bored out of my mind today. We’re talking pacing the house, climbing the walls, ready to pull my hair out bored. BORED.
It was cold and a little rainy and I would have happily fired up the leaf blower just for something to do outside but alas, the weather had no intention of serving my whims.
I dabbled with a few unfinished projects, then decided to make a thank-you card. I get the same feeling when I try to start a card as I do when I have writer’s block – I have no idea where to start, I don’t know what I want to create, literally everyone who has ever done this is so much better than I am that I shouldn’t even bother.
As with writer’s block, sometimes to best way over it is through. So, I flipped through my favorite paper stack (I’m a long time paper junkie and hoarder) until something sparked a little inspiration. I ended up with this.
It’s not perfect – the composition leaves something to be desired and the workmanship isn’t the best – but it looks like something I would make, and for an hour or so, I wasn’t bored.
My mom was a “hobby hopper.” One week she’d be diligently creating macrame plant hangers; the next, building a television from a mail-order kit. At one point she took up quilling – the centuries-old art of coiling paper into decorative forms. It was a craft that fascinated me, and I often tried to join in, twirling bits of paper around toothpicks then squishing them into various shapes.
A few weeks ago I bought a quilling kit from Amazon. It sat on the shelf for an unusually short time (less than three months!) before I decided to give it a go. My first coils were far from perfect, but I found it enjoyable and soothing, and the basic shapes came to me easily.
In no time, my ten year old joined me and promptly had it down to an art. Kids.
I love color, and with quilling I can play with any color I wish. The process of coiling is almost meditative, and pressing the bits into shape is just plain fun. It will be a while before I create anything beyond the basics, but I think the kit won’t just sit in its bin on the shelf.
If nothing else, the ten year old will use it.