Working in my pajamas is the ultimate perk in a job. Don’t let your mind go into the gutter. I simply enjoy working at the computer while wearing pajamas instead of professional attire. I’m really a pajama or flannel shirt girl, so I really believe that I should have been a farmer’s wife, but that’s another story altogether.
Right now I want to tell you about a guy who has a really fascinating job. Stan Munro said, “My wife is the only sponsor I’ve ever needed,” Stan admits. “She’s a pretty good boss, and she doesn’t mind if I work all day in my underwear….My wife is a doctor. She has her own life. She supports me whole-heartedly, but wants me to pick up my toothpicks and take out the trash. Occasionally, I get to open a jar for her.” I’m sure Stan would understand my pajama obsession.
Every day in Syracuse, New York, Stan uses thousands of toothpicks to create intricate sculptures that are truly magnificent. Using round, square-centered toothpicks, Elmer’s glue and a lot of imagination, Stan has created these amazing sculptures…
I don’t know Stan, but one thing I can surmise from his art is that a whole lot of patience was involved in his toothpick creations.
Patience is the state of bearing or enduring misfortune, suffering, pain and difficult circumstances without irritation, loss of temper, complaint, or acting in a negative way.
When I first started sewing, I made many mistakes. Often, picking out the stitches of a garment occupied more of my time than actually making it. I would become so frustrated as I plucked out one stitch after another. I cried. I screamed. I even threw the offending material across the room. Eventually, I would complete the article of clothing, but patience at that time was not my virtue.
My patience barometer with things like sewing and cooking has increased significantly as I’ve aged, but when it comes to suffering through life experiences, I fail miserably in doing it with any semblance of grace. Unfortunately, I keep getting more opportunities to practice as I’m sure you do also.
I know that my sweet niece would probably pull out every strand of her beautiful red hair if she had to create sculptures with toothpicks. What tests your patience to the max? Do you think a toothpick would do you in?