Cleaning out the cedar chest today, going through the spring clothes, I came upon this at the very bottom, nestled in some tissue:
It is an apron done by my mother's great-great grandmother, when she was a young woman, passed on to me by my Grammy. This reminded me of another piece stowed away carefully:
A top crocheted by my Mom when she was a young woman.
What had been bothering me today and what had prompted the flurry of spring organising was my attempt this morning to quickly try a new idea. It was fun, Safiya was "helping", but then something didn't quite go right, I had to stop and start again, I sewed wrong sides together, and then...my machine broke. Well, something's not right anyway - I think it's just the bobbin tension, but still...
The work above required patience and sticking-with-it. People who know me would not, I think, peg me as an impatient person, and I'm not....with others (although that's taken me a while, true enough - not really driving anymore helps, as does getting a bit older :-) What's surprising is that I'm still impatient with myself. I shortchange myself in my work by rushing...maybe it's because I'm still learning that my time and the craft I do is valuable to myself, if that makes any sense?
A lot of the craft I do is winging it, not really planning, nothing too intricate, something I can pick up and put down really easily or finish fairly quickly. What's been helping lately is a sketch book I got just for ideas. Now things are being mulled over instead of just launched into, but still...I'd like to go there, to really be dedicated to a piece because I can see from others the satisfaction it could bring.
Patience. Kind of appropriate that what went awry this morning had to do with tension...