When I was growing up, my ballet teacher had a poster that hung in the studio dressing room. It was a picture of a young girl’s pink-stockinged legs and feet as she sat on the floor, tying her pointe shoe ribbons. The words were:
“So much of growing is waiting–for our knowledge to increase, for ourselves to mature, for our dreams to become reality.”
I was recently reminded of that poster–at which I glanced countless times during eight years of ballet classes–when I finally got around to crochet projects that I’d intended to begin for much of my life and never had. One of these “someday” projects was learning to make thread crochet doilies.