I have a cousin who writes. We like to get together and talk about writing because it’s comfortable. I feel 100% comfortable telling her all about my crazy writing things like “sometimes I get mad when my fictional characters don’t drop me a line. I mean, I’ve devoted so much time to them and they never come around! All I’m saying is that an email would be nice.” See that? Crazy talk. But not to her.
All my life, I’ve had off-the-wall dreams. My college roommates used to gather around to listen to my latest weird dreams. Aside from being radically nuts, my dreams have always served one great purpose: they’ve given me writing ideas. I once had a dream that completely dissolved my writer’s block and “fixed” every big problem I had with my novel.
That being said, my cousin just turned 17. For her birthday, I decided to make her dream journal. I’ve never attempted anything like this before, but I am really happy with how it turned out.
I then took a complimentary piece of scrap fabric and stitched the words “Dream On…” into it. Obviously, I didn’t follow any sort of pattern at all. I didn’t even use an embroidery hoop because the fabric was too small and I was too lazy to get up and get it anyhow.
It probably would have looked better if I’d taken a perfectly cut-to-shape piece of cardstock and covered it. But I made this journal around 11 pm and there’s no such thing as cutting anything perfectly that late at night. Not for me.
I hope she likes this little journal and I hope she gets some use out of it. In any case, I know for a fact she won’t think I’m crazy for giving it to her. Love that girl!