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Before I get into the meat of this post, an interesting choice of nouns considering I’m a vegetarian, make sure you check out Cheryl Arkison’s post today about my Klee’s Trees pattern. She’s giving away 2 copies! You can find her blog, Dining Room Empire, here. Also, my giveaway is still active, so you can post both here and there and increase your chances of winning this pattern.
Happy Friday, friends!
I’m big into yoga. I love the stretching, the balancing, the discovering that you can stand on your head or your hands after a lifetime of not doing so…the sweating. I practice (and I love that doing yoga is called practicing yoga) at least 3 or 4 times a week. I go to a great studio locally that has wonderful instructors. My favorite though is a woman who refers to all the class attendees as “friends”. And she doesn’t just call us friends in greeting at the start of the class, but, throughout the class, as she cues the poses, she mentions her “friends”.
I love it. It’s so simple, so small, so seemingly insignificant, but so meaningful. It makes a classroom of strangers into a community.
And it started me thinking about small things and the impact they have and how, when they are present in our lives, we tend to take them for granted, but, when they’re gone, we really miss them.
For me, that small thing, or better stated, what I took for granted, was making.
Ever since I was a little girl, if something bothered me, if I didn’t make the grade I wanted to on a test or someone didn’t laugh at my joke, I knew how to comfort myself. I’d make something. I’d craft a drawing or weave a little wall hanging or, when I was a bit older, knit something. I loved creating and it certainly was an added bonus that the act could soothe my hurts and disappointments. It always worked.
Until it didn’t. A few years ago I went through a life altering experience, the details of which don’t really matter, but, suddenly, sewing patchwork or patterning fabric or even selfishly knitting a scarf didn’t seem to make things better. I had trouble focusing and found that my enthusiasm for making was at an all time low. It just didn’t seem to matter. I initially didn’t register the magnitude of what was missing from my life. I had taken crafting and the way it made me feel for granted for so long, I didn’t even realize it wasn’t there at first. When I did though, I felt lost.
I have a “fake it until you make it,” philosophy, so I kept sewing and dyeing and creating and hoping the mojo would return. It didn’t…for a really long time, much longer than I thought it would take.
But, you know what? Now that it’s back, that I have more ideas and more started projects than I could possibly know what to do with and that, most importantly, I’m excited about those ideas and find myself thinking about them ALL THE TIME, I don’t take it for granted.
I cherish it.
It really is a gift in every sense of that word.
So, friends, first off, thanks for supporting my making, whether it’s through reading me here or buying my fabric or just thinking about making a project I have featured in a magazine.
And, take a moment today, to think about some small thing in your life, so small you don’t even acknowledge it most days, and be grateful for it.