That little voice

Beautiful they are not, but well received they were. Or at least no one was brave or rude enough to say anything negative about our handiwork.

As I mentioned before, I tried my untrained hands at doing a project that would be simple by 99% of the people on earth, but not so for me. Creating something from nothing has never been a talent I possessed or was interested in doing.

It’s amazing what isolation will do to a person. Isolation raises its misguided head and urges one to undertake projects they are illequipped to handle. That person would be me, in this case.

Take a simple wood bowl, paint it, put a picture in the center and polyurethane over it. Then give it to a friend. I had 12 of these I wanted to do and with the help of a friend, who knows something about DIY jobs (that’s Do It Yourself for those of you who join me in the 1% category), we completed this undertaking with what I will call success.

Now that I have it, what am I going to do with it? I haven’t the slightest notion. One said she would hang it on a wall, one said nuts will fill her bowl, and one muttered something about a closet shelf.

In case you don’t recall, the picture I used was a caricature of each person we had done by a local artist while on a Zoom call. It was a fun project to mark our time not together in 2020.

So the one included in the column is the sketch of me. Do I like it? Well, it looks something like the picture of me that remains in the 1959 high school yearbook but with more wrinkles. In other words, pretty awful. But the goofiness of it brings a smile to my face.

I’m hoping this DIY urge has been fully expressed and I won’t be tempted to undertake another dip in the pool of craft making. I’ll stick with playing games on my computer. No one can see those results.

By the way, the unnamed friend and I remain on speaking terms. That’s a plus for me.