Are you a DIY-er? I was in Paris recently…don’t you just love the way that rolls off the tongue! I’d never been before and was so enamoured by the beauty of, well, EVERYTHING, that I found myself keeping strange (yet decidedly Parisienne!) things I would usually discard without a second blink: A train ticket. Tourist brochures. A newspaper – which I couldn’t even read mind you, but the words looked so darn beautiful.
And then, in a last ditch attempt of clinging to the whole experience a little longer, I snuck the ‘complimentary’ in-flight Air France magazine into my bag on the flight back home. I arrived home with an already bulging suitcase now crammed even further with seemingly unnecessary items that I could neither read nor show off as an acceptable souvenir of my trip. And still I couldn’t part with them. But what to do with it all?
“R-e-c-y-c-l-i-n-g bin.” My husband said very slowly and deliberately – like I had suffered amnesia and was suddenly struggling with both English and what item goes in which coloured bin.
“These represent…um, well…precious memories!” I was aghast at the disrespect. “I want to make something beautiful out of it,” I retorted, making it up as I went along.
I had to do something with them now. My honour (read: stubborn refusal to let go) depended on it.
Let me just say here: the world seems to be divided into two lots of people, the ones who are handy at creating, fixing and making stuff. And the ones who aren’t.