There once was a bolt of fabric, buttery yellow in color, and innocently sweet in nature. Placed on the shelves at a Hobby Lobby, the fabric waited expectantly for the right person to see the wonderful things she could be made into. She waited…and waited…and waited some more. Day after day would come to an end, the store lights would go out, and in the dark she would prepare herself for the next day, just sure her worth would be noticed the next day. But day after day, she still found herself on the shelf, untouched, unwanted. During the nights, she started wondering what was wrong with her. What did the other fabrics have that she was lacking? Why hadn’t her maker made her more desirable? More beautiful? More useful? Finally one day, the store owner took her down from her normal spot, and placed her in the clearance bin. She had been marked down, obvious now to the whole world that her worth must not be as high as the other fabrics. She must be ugly. She must be destined for the trash bin.
There once was a princess, a very happy princess, who had two little princess daughters and a wonderful prince for a husband. She lived in a small rented castle, and had dreams of making it a home. One day, the princess was walking around Hobby Lobby looking for inspiration for her castle, when all of the sudden she saw it: a bolt of fabric, buttery yellow in color, and innocently sweet in nature. It was perfect! It was beautiful! It was just what she needed! This fabric, she thought, is destined for beauty! The only problem was fabric is usually too expensive. How could she afford this beautiful fabric? As the princess drew closer, the answer came like a shaft of light from heaven: the clearance sign!! Not only was this fabric destined for beauty, now she knew this fabric was destined to be hers! Immediately she purchased the fabric to take back to her humble castle.
Once there, the princess found a tutorial on rolled fabric flowers. Inspired, she set to work. Lovingly she rolled the fabric into rosettes, then placed them on a frame. Before long, the princess was done. She now had a beautiful rose frame to hang up in her dining room for all who enter to see and admire. And admire they did. Now the sweet fabric is not just fabric anymore. She is a beautiful rose frame, making her new home, the princess’ castle lovely and charming. Now she understands she was not ugly, forgotten, or abandoned. Oh no, she had been set apart, and placed just right so the princess could find her. When things had looked hopeless and bleak, she now saw it was all a journey towards all she was meant to be. She in fact, had been destined for beauty.
Once upon a time there was a little nightstand. This little nightstand was very lonely. It had been shoved in a storage room, spilled on, climbed on by little children, and scratched up by all sorts of things. All the little nightstand wanted was to be pretty and useful. To be able to proudly stand by someone’s bed and beautifully hold a reading lamp and maybe a book or journal. It longed to be a prized part of a household. But sadly, the little nightstand had been forgotten.
Once upon a time there was a princess who loved her life very much. She had everything a princess could ask for. A loving husband, a beautiful 2-year-old daughter, and a darling baby girl. She was lacking one thing, however. A nightstand. Alas, the princess had given away her nightstands the last time she moved due to lack of space, and now found no place on which to set her lamp and journal.
One day, the little forgotten nightstand and the princess met. The princess immediately saw the beauty in the nightstand hidden underneath her scars and scratches. She put the nightstand in her carriage and brought it home to her little castle. Lovingly, she sanded down the top where all the scratches were. Then she painted and and waited and painted and waited and stenciled and waited some more.
Now the little nightstand’s true beauty shines through. Her scars and scratches are merely things that give her character and beauty, and happily, she sits by the princess’ bed, holding a light and a journal. And the princess? She has found a new favorite piece of furniture. Her lovely little nightstand, which brightens up her room and makes her smile every time she sees it.
And the little nightstand and the princess lived happily ever after.