As I was dressing the bed this morning my brain asked, ‘Why do you waste time doing this?’ It’s enough to make the bed but I feel the need to add cushions and a throw. Why a throw? Because it’s lovely and soft to wrap around my shoulders when I sit up in bed to read.
And then came another thought.
The green teapot. When I discovered the handle was loose why didn’t I throw it away? It could never be used to hold scalding tea again.
Just like the bed I had to be creative with the teapot. Is it all a waste of time?
Then I had a big thought. What if everyone just wanted things to be nice? Not just themselves and their homes but their lives, their surroundings, their world. What if we could all be a little more creative?
Perhaps if we all made things pretty the world could be a better place.