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It's Monday morning and maybe you're facing choices about what you'll do this week creatively in the time you have allotted for that sort of thing. That's what the pink basket of balls of yarn reminded me of when I saw it. All those colorful choices waiting to be selected for a project perhaps. Coincidently, I have a wall hanging in the background that you can only see part of in the photo. It's a banner that has a saying by Confucius, which says "life is really simple but we insist on making it complicated." Maybe your choices aren't about creative endeavors today, but more serious things that have to get accomplished in your life. I guess my message would be that despite all the options or requirements of your day you can only peel one potato at a time. Prioritize, choose one task, accomplish it mindfully, then choose the next task. Do as much as you can in an uncomplicated way and maybe today you will agree that life is really simple when you insist on making it so. One thing at a time. Hope this is the start of a creatively simple and productive week for you!
I got a great deal on this quilt kit to make this king size top, so I bought it to work on over the winter months. Here's one of the blocks I made, I have about half of them pieced so far. I like to keep my quilting finger in the traditional aspect of piecing quilts. Maybe, I'll eventually even hand quilt this one! That will happen much farther down the road if at all. For now, just piecing these blocks now and then.
This was a fast weave, and yet so satisfying when finished. Always so much fun to see what colors can do together! This table runner is 14" x 46". It sure brings a spot of brightness and a spring feeling to my island in the kitchen on this cold winter day with 0° and blowing snow.
Here is the last batch of green fabrics I have dyed. That brings the total to 53 different quarter yards of greens. Here's a photo of all of them.
This was a fun thing to do but now I am thinking about what I will create with them.
But no hurry there, I think I'll sit back and look at them for a while.
Well I finally finished weaving this tapestry piece, except for a hem area at the top that will be turned under later. I see room for improvement the next time I weave, but I am pleased with how it came out. I think it measures about 8.5 x 15" or so. My plans are to mount it on a black canvas after I get it off the loom. I'll first weave the hem section, then I'll place in some sort of a divider so I can weave something else on the remaining warp, before I cut the warp off the loom. Each time I weave I learn a little more and am excited to begin a new piece. Still thinking about what I will weave next! Thinking I will try to challenge myself with some curved lines and shapes.
I'm looking at our wedding picture hanging on the wall in our bedroom. It wasn't until a few years ago that I hung it up there, I don't know why, but it seemed like a good place to hang it. For most of my married life it has not even been hung out anywhere to be seen. Perhaps one day I came across it in a box of photos and decided it was time to hang it on the wall. Did I need it there as a reminder of a celebration, of a commitment? of our youth? I really don't know what my motivation was that day.
So there's two people in appropriate attire smiling at the camera on their wedding day. I try to remember what it felt like that day. I can remember some details, the snowstorm, the Friday night service. The olive green wedding invitations. My crazy uncle cracking jokes when he gave a little speech. My very elderly grandmother. Me wearing a wide brimmed hat and not a veil. That I bought the first and only dress I tried on, and it wasn't even at a bridal shop! I remember clearly my new husband hanging his head out the car window to see better as we drove through a snowstorm to catch a plane out of Chicago to our wedding trip.
I know I wasn't ever thinking about the passage of time, in this case the passage of 40 years.
Who we would be then, what we would be doing and thinking about, planning for and remembering. I wasn't thinking about the people we would create and the kind of people they would become. And in turn the people they would create and the joy those little ones would bring to my life. I didn't know then that he would eat oatmeal almost every morning that he could for breakfast. And that he loved tools and gadgets. And he probably didn't know how much I disliked clutter, and that I never went to bed unless I collected the daily papers and straightened the house. Or that I went to work in the garden when I was worried or teed off. And thankfully we didn't know all the things that would happen during our married life. If somehow we were able to lay out in front of us all the problems and minor difficulties and major changes we would experience in the next 40 years I wonder what we would've thought! Or even if we had a list of all the excitement, opportunities, and wonderful experiences that we were going to have, nicely typed on a piece of paper in chronological order, year-by-year and day by day. Imagine that, the future all in front of us, written out for us to decide yes or no to our commitment that day.
Thankfully that does not happen, and two people take a leap of faith based on the best information they have available to them at the time. And based on the feeling that they must CHOOSE to face together whatever life holds, because they surely didn't want to do it alone without one another.
Oh there's been plenty of times in the past 40 years when faced with some of the not so good circumstances I'm sure one or both of us has wondered about our decision 40 years ago.
But commitments do funny things to some people. They make you go to bed and sleep on it. They make you go out and work in the garden or do some woodworking and find some peace and quiet and not take yourself too seriously. They make you survive when difficulties occur that you don't really know what to do about. They teach you to make it work, somehow, someway, somewhere. They make you rejoice when dreams you've held for years come true. They make you find a way to break the silence after silly arguments when nobody wins. They make you plan for a new garden in the spring when you're looking outside at the high piles of snow in your driveway. And they make you eat a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast on a cold winter morning. Happy 40th anniversary to my better half! And we even got married on Valentine's Day.