In our year group called Bead Journal Project, Robin wrote & asked folks if they were interested in continuing this for another year. She had a poll to check out the interest. I thought about this for about an hour trying to decide if this was something I really wanted to commit to again. Here's the post that I wrote to BJP last week. I've reread this & I still feel strongly about it. Probably even more so as today I got the kit for the Pink Gala that I'm going to attend with my best friend Cynthia, my local friend Cyndy, and my new friend Pam. The patterns are lovely, but they are all BIG and so pretty. I just don't want to do pretty dolls right now, so after talking with Cyndy on the phone (who was working at WORK! Ewwwww), I've decide to make these dolls a part of myself. I'm going to learn the techniques being taught, but I want them to look like ME. Sorry to digress. Here's a copy of my post to BJP:
I have to vote yes. Even though I've found myself falling behind at times,this project has always been working its way into my subconscious wanting to make me expand. I've looked through the pieces I've done so far & they just seem to chronicle the month's passage by using events. Then February took me totally by surprise as it didn't have anything to do with Valentine's Day or Mardi Gras which I originally planned, but it was about something & someone that I had been thinking about for while. Emotions poured through my needle & onto the surface. I finished it all in one sitting. I was stunned that my fingers moved so fast, but the work needed to be completed. I was drained when done, but very pleased. Now I think I've figured out that I want the rest of my leaves to be more me & not just a name on the calendar. I want to go on, challenging myself with small projects every month so I voted yes to continue. I think I'll pick some other form as the center of my yearly challenge, but I want to keep doing this even if no one else wishes to go on. I've found the road, and it looks very enticing with lots of twist, turns and new discoveries. I shall not run down the pebble strewn road, but meander looking down, looking up, and always touching hands with my friends who walk with me.