Just look at him.
He's two and a half inches tall, snuggled in a tiny basket.
Guess how long it took me to crochet this so-called cube cutie?
The pup, 50 minutes. The basket, 10 minutes. Yep. It takes only about two-thirds of a Netflix movie to complete.
So easy you can finish a menagerie in an afternoon.
What am I thinking spending all that time getting ready with full-on makeup? Why do I spend hours feeling bereft, adrift in a dizzying haze? Why do I wallow for days in the fuzzy snippets of a myriad things?
Why?
When with 60 minutes, I can be inspired and create something that makes me smile. (Aside: I know I could have done the project under an hour if I didn't have to look for a safety pin to mark my stitches.)
It's my favorite venture, thus far.
Not everyone wants to climb Mount Everest. Or become a billionaire. Or leap over buildings with a single bound and save the world with a cape.
I'm all in when it comes to seemingly trifling notions.
The celebration of the joy in the everyday.
The emphasis on littles.
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