Making little things

Making things without thinking -- just messing around, no furrowed brow, please -- that's been my mode the past two weeks. I dressed up this little wood medicine cabinet from Goodwill with paint, poetry, shells and sparkles. Now the mirror has been slipped in, framed by imperfect shells and memories from Captiva and St. Joseph Peninsula. I glued a little quilt inside the door; it hangs in my tiny bathroom.

This is inside. Shells are from Captiva.

Gretchen made me this heart, and I copied a favorite poem.
It's hard to write inside a box!

This is the poem:

It's the dream we carry

that something wondrous will happen

that it must happen

time will open

hearts will open

doors will open

mountains will open

spring will gush forth from the ground--

that the dream itself will open

that one morning we'll quietly drift

into a harbor we didn't know was there.

          --Olaf H. Hauge

             translated from Norwegian by Robert Hardin