Risk Taker? Join the Club!

I'm not a huge risk taker. I enjoy the occasional roller coaster, I'll eat certain kinds of sushi, and I own my own business. However, at this point, I don't think I would skydive, eat blowfish, or wear an alligator on my head.

Nester over at The Nesting Place had a cool idea for her blog today. She's created a holiday, National Take A Risk Day, and has invited risk-takers to link up with the post. I felt like it was very timely, as I'd just written this post about a project that I'd been quite uncertain about but decided to try.

One of the blogs I subscribe to (gotta love google reader) participated, as well. It was an encouraging insight into this mom's life and journey -- stop by and read it if you have time. And check out her gorgeous photography -- it always inspires me to try to take more (and more interesting) photos of everyday life.

I love it when a plan comes together!

I don't consider myself to be an especially creative person. I'm just a big copycat. And not a very good one, at that.

My daughter and I have a running joke whenever we go to the Yellow Daisy Festival or cute shops. I say: "We could so do that!" (as I'm making notes or sketches of some fantastically cute and creative thing). And she always responds, "Yes, but we never will." And she is right, 99% of the time.

So I saw this book at the library, I think it was called Bent, Bound, and Stitched. The author presented some very creative (and somewhat offbeat) ways to collage all sorts of paraphenalia -- old photos, ticket stubs, book pages, paint, wire, thread, you name it. And it just got me thinking about a project I want to do. It involves some old letters and photos from my parents. But it just hasn't all come together in my mind yet.

However, my sweet mother-in-law recently turned... well, a year that ends with zero. So it's a milestone. I wanted to give her something special, but I was just stumped. Then I remembered that other project I've been wanting to do. And some old photos I had, along with a letter and recipe that my sweet mother-in-law's own mother had mailed to me way back when I was a young bride.

And, somehow, I managed to pull it all together like this:

So often, my creative efforts just pale (or maybe fail) in comparison to what I had pictured in my mind. I was so happy that this one turned out just like I had hoped, and made a special gift for my sweet mother-in-law. I hope she enjoys it half as much as I enjoyed making it!

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Once upon a time, it was March 13, 1996. And then I blinked.