Junk and more Junk

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.