I played with junk this weekend. While I wish I had been on a boat in the West Indies, it was the other definition that I was surrounded with.
First, I went through my stash, looking for material to make up some basic garb for my sister. Then, I want to a junk journal workshop hosted by my local arts group, Ames C.art, and a friend of mine, Kaotic Krafter.
It’s workshops like that one that remind me of why I keep some of the random stuff around. It’s amazing what a little glue and creativity can do to magazine pages, leftover pieces of wallpaper, and old lined paper. From out of a box of thing that most people would have picked up and trashed as junk, I created an inspiration journal for writing.
It was a reminder that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What I think of as junk is the height of beauty or use to someone else. Everyone has different priorities and ways of looking at things. I cannot dismiss something for someone else the way I would for myself.
I hope I remember that.