They say, don’t they, that persistence brings its own rewards.
Or, do they? Say that, I mean - or did I just make it
up? It sounds very like the ancient proverbs which our dear Mum used to tell my Little Sister and me in the Olden (Golden) Days of our childhood. Things like: “A watched pot never boils” or “Look after the pennies and the pounds will take
care of themselves.” All these sayings, it must be said, were distinctly debatable - a pot will boil in the end, whether you watch it or not. Unless you haven’t turned on the gas or the electric hob or put another log on the fire or …..I’m
sure you get my drift. I trust that, in these snowy days, you will forgive my unintentional pun.
Yesterday I was Persistence Personified, though I say so myself
as shouldn’t (ah, yes, another of my Mum’s sayings.) It started when I realised I would have difficulty getting to my fortnightly craft session unless I could find some kind soul to give me ha lift. My first two calls to aforesaid kind souls drew
a blank. One KS wasn’t going to craft this time round, while Joy emailed me back to tell me she was sunning herself in the Canaries. I was all admiration for the fact that she actually responded to emails while on holiday especially ones which could
hardly be placed in the Urgent Category. I couldn’t imagine our oldest crafty type, who arrives on her mobility scooter, would be up for a passenger, even an eager one like Yours Truly so there was only one more person to try and she wasn’t at
home when I called. I left a hopeful message but prepared myself for disappointment. When Carol (for it was she) phoned to say that of course she could pick me up on her way through to the Lovely Linda’s house, my heartfelt gratitude was mingled with
a sense of satisfaction that I had not given up in my quest at the first hurdle.
In the car on the way to our craft session, we tried to guess what we would be
making. Was it too early for Easter, we wondered? What new techniques for the decoration of greetings cards might we be learning? I admitted that I seem to do better when we are making use of craft kits - shrink wrap Christmas baubles come to mind - because
they don’t require any real artistic skill, just a basic ability to Follow Our Leader as she takes us through the process step by step.
We never know
exactly what will be set out for us on Linda’s dining room table - yesterday the first thing I saw was a packet of tissues at everyone’s place. Were we going to be moved to tears? It turned out that our task for the afternoon was to create a case
for our tissues - at each place, along with the tissues, were four pieces of plastic of varying sizes while in the centre of the table were scissors, pots of sticky stuff and glue sticks. Over on the sideboard, a veritable mound of colourful fabrics. My excitement
knew no bounds.
Now, think back to what I said a couple of paragraphs ago about craft kits. I gave you the distinct impression, didn’t I, that when
it came to following instructions, I was Top of the Class. Except that for some reason yesterday I couldn’t put a foot right. I was perfectly fine when it came to sticking my beautiful butterfly material (specially chosen in honour of Barbara, one of
our absent members, who always likes to make Something Butterfly Related) onto the strips of plastic. It was when it came to shaping my tissue case that I went wrong. Time after time I discovered that I had somehow managed to glue each and every piece the
wrong way round. Time after time, I had to pull the sticky pieces apart and start anew - only to find I had gone wrong all over again.
In all, I had to go
back to the beginning no fewer than five times. Five times! I mean, you really wouldn’t imagine there were that many ways of going wrong, would you? There were times when I really thought I would have to invite myself to dinner because there was no way
I was going to finish my tissue case in the allotted two hours.
You will be pleased to know that I kept going. I was truly, amazingly persistent and in the
end it paid off.
It may be only a case of tissues to you but to me it’s a Just Reward.
Though I persist in saying so myself, as shouldn’t…