In pairsOctober 21, 2007 at 8:32 am | Posted in All Finished Crafts, Misc., Reading | 1 Comment
Tags: blue, bookmark, couple, paper, tag
We just had our anniversary not so long ago, neither of us remember it on that day. In fact, I was the one with worse memory. On the other hand, I don’t think there is anything to celebrate for the first few years. It may only make sense to rejoice after, say, at least a decade. Even so, I feel like making something as a make-up.
I’ll provide templates for the t-shirts if anyone is interested, but I believe it is simple enough for any one to make without a pattern. My plan looked different from the results. I decided to use the initials for decoration only after cutting the pieces. The letters are from a Czech booklet, in which you find a lot of C’s and Z’s. 😛 These two are supposed to be bookmarks. That’s why I also make the hanger from paper. It may be cutter with a metal hanger.
Last week, I read a probably artificial story. It’s about a woman’s secret to stay married.
A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.
For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife’s bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money, $95,000.
He asked her about these. “When we were to be married,” she said, “my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.”
The old man was so moved; he started to cry. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.
“Honey,” he said, “that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?”
“Oh,” she said, “that’s the money I made from selling the dolls.”
Very hilarious but still meaningful, isn’t it? However, I don’t like the idea of some crafts carrying anger and hatred. Crafts should bring people happiness.