I wish that I used more ribbon in my crafts. It bothers me when I think about it, like a small nagging voice inside my head. Ribbons are so pretty and they should be used and enjoyed. Why do I resist using them? I've held onto three rolls of my grandmother's velvet ribbon for over a decade and only ever used about fifteen inches. (Is it obsessive that I know that?) Do I conserve ribbon because it is too precious to use? That could be but other than my grandmother’s ribbon I wouldn’t consider any of them precious. I don’t dream about amassing a huge collection. In fact, this picture is almost my entire stash minus one or two large rolls that won’t fit on the bar. I got several of them about a month ago because they were on sale for 87 cents per roll. I surrendered to that small nagging voice that said I needed more ribbon.
Why I do save them? Why is it that I rarely bring scissors to ribbon unless I’m positive that whatever I’m doing wouldn’t be complete without that exact piece? I can’t help but admire their slightly pompous attitude as they sit up high on their display, daring me to find a use for them knowing all the while that it will be a very long time before that day comes.
My one consolation is that I don’t like to use ribbon for gift-wrapping. When I wrap a gift I almost always tie it with twine, string or yarn. I love the simple and natural look it gives to a package. Take that ribbon! (Seriously, have I stooped to taunting inanimate objects now?)
