Goen loves to collect leaves. When we go for walks, he will stop to pick up a fallen leaf. At the park, he will run to the bushes and pull leaves from the branches. On visits to Muir Woods he will find a leaf and hand it to a stranger. On our back deck he will gather, dump, and gather again. I love to watch him as he interacts with nature and enjoys the world around him. He becomes engrossed in the activity of finding and collecting and my part becomes merely to watch (and, of course, clean up the leaves when he dumps them out in the kitchen). Yet this seemingly easy part of parenting is, for me at least, sometimes the hardest. When all that is expected (or demanded) of me is to sit in a chair or on a bench and hold all the leaves my little one can collect, I have a tendency to go a little crazy from boredom. I have to remind myself that this time does not last forever, that there will come a point when I would give anything to just sit and collect leaves with him. So, I push all worries out of my head (as much as is possible) and clear my thoughts of crafting, sewing, stitching, and reading. Because, while he is collecting leaves, I am collecting memories. Many years from now I want to be able to look back and re-collect these moments. These moments that are as fleeting as autumn leaves.
Hi. My name is Carley. I love to sew, craft, and create. As a Jane-of all-crafts so to speak, I enjoy sewing, writing, cooking, drawing, photographing. But the constant thread (if you'll excuse the pun) throughout my weeks is needle arts.