Finding My Way
Twisting, turning, blowing in the wind. This is where I am at the moment and this scarf kind of says it all, it is twisting, winding and I'm sure it would blow in the wind. A not so long blowing in the wind scarf. Today I was at Albany Shaker and another show no sales, but lots of great commentary, really great commentary on my work, my new work. The work I love to do. As I go through another craft show wondering if I want to keep on going, the answer is yes. After having to explain to my hubby why once again I was not going to make doggie sweaters(my hubby has been telling me to make doggie sweaters for years, perhaps a doggie scarf, or perhaps not) I realized I love what I do, I love the feel of the yarn, I love the meditative quality of the needles(or crochet hook, or embroidery needle). I love the painsticking details and having something come out of my twisty, turny brain instead of someone elses. It's not really about profit to me. It's truly just self expression and while I'm typing these words I realize that is why I find it so impossible to explain what I do and why I continue to do it. Whimsical was one of the lovely comments and if I had to pick one adjective I love it's whimsical. I love the whimsy of others also(as you can see by my bloggy friends and their inspirations). Another said she could tell by my work that I love what I do because it says me the colors and shapes were all my own. I loved that comment too. It's nice to be understood in spite of myself. Perhaps if I remember those lovely comments and the comments of my bloggy friends I will find my way on my winding, twisty, premenopausal, post stay at home mom existence. Blessings and thanks to all, especially Cheryl and Judy(counting backwards) as to know both these lovely and successful women in person is truly one of life's greatest gifts.