So I entered this poetry contest last week over on the blog of one of my supply shops, and just found out today that I won! (Does happy dance). Since you all are crafty/arty folks like me, I thought I'd share the poem with you all (even though it's kinda long-ish) Here it is:
Twas the night before Thanksgiving, and all through the house
Not a baker was baking, not even my spouse.
The pie crusts were empty, the cookie dough raw,
the oven resembled a dark, gaping maw.
The children were nestled, all snug in their beds
while visions of feasting danced all through their heads.
My husband still dressed, and I in my sweats,
were both hard at work, we’d be getting no rest.
The emails poured in, new orders abound
Not a spare moment for cooking was found.
Surrounded by beads, and cute Nunn Designs,
we had jewelry to make, and so little time!
Black Friday was looming, Cyber Monday not far,
followed by a big ol’ church craft bazaar.
Pearls to be strung, and beads to be stitched,
in our Thanksgiving plans, there was a hitch.
The turkey was frozen, the potatoes un-mashed,
but my hands were busy with filigree brass.
Pendants, and rings, and bracelets galore,
earrings, and necklaces, pins, and still more.
With so much to do, and no end in sight,
I knew we were in for a long long fall night.
Components and beads, needles and thread,
snippets of patterns all covered my bed.
I thought of my children, my in laws as well,
I knew how no feast would go over, not swell!
But I looked at my beads, and my pile of orders,
and tucked thoughts of food in my mind’s darkest corner.
There would plenty of time for feasting and such,
I hoped they’d be patient, I wasn’t asking much.
I grinned to myself and thought “Hurrah!”
I’d serve a feast after the cold winter’d thawed.
Happy Holiday’s from Little Hill Jewelry
