craftivism: wee, yet mighty!: "As a child, I spent most of my summers at camp (and as a young adult working at camp) in the North Carolina mountains. I can still remember the peace that existed late at night on the way to the communal bathrooms, tiptoeing along a well-worn path, enveloped by the sounds of frogs and bugs, freed by the light of the stars. After a day of running around with the other campers, following rote routines, making macrame bracelets, this nighttime ritual seemed like a gift."
This is just a snipped from something I came across, you might have worked out that I am a bit of a surfer - and not the watery kind..anyway ....what I have noticed big time is that EVERYONE HAS A MACRAME STORY! The above is a small snippet from a fellow crafti-ite and I saw about 3 others today in a quick 5 minute search...maybe our Macrame Moment is right up there with...hmmm, that first kiss?! :)
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
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