So, I says to Lynne last night during the middle of our creative endeavor marathon... I says, "Hey! We're doing something completely different from last week (when we altered books)."
And Lynne says, "No we're not. Instead of altering books we're altering suitcases."
Here I was under the impression that we were doing something so radically different and new and outlandish. And here was Lynne, practical as always and head on her shoulders.
Is altering altering no matter the alterations or what's the alteree?
Here's what I do know: Altering changes me more than I change the thing I'm attempting to change.
Altering things has changed the way I look at the world. Everything has potential for altering. Old books. Old jewelry boxes. Old luggage. Old clothes. Old jewelry. Old hats. Old statues. Old habits.
Mostly old habits.
Looking at things for ways to change them and make them your own is what this new millennium is all about. And the green thing too. Reusing. Redesigning. Rethinking. Regreening.
As for me, I hope God keeps altering me.
I hate it, because change is not very fun when you're enduring it.
But I love it, because when God is done with me... well, I'm going to look like one of those high maintenance girls posted earlier. I'm going to have wings.
Love to my LIFE-altering buddy-of-buddies, Lynne.
Love to Jennifer... send me a note when you're settled.
Love to my Tammy who I don't see often but whom I think of day-by-day (how do you like my use of the word WHOM?)
Love to Alicia, whose cat is hiding under my shed.
And love to Ashley, whose Bonsai tree I have begun to alter also.
Also, love to my sister Linda, whose birthday present I have not touched since my last big day with it. How about a nice present for when you turn 50?