Friday, July 28, 2006


Needlework Frustration

Look at that cheerful, composed and confident countenance! This is a woman who knows her needlework. She isn't the least bit concerned about learning a new stitch or trying a new pattern. She is sublimely confident that no handwork is beyond her scope of experience or effort. While I endeavor to feel like this woman while attempting to work on some current project, it happens more than I'd like to admit that I end up frustrated and feeling incompetent.



I have friends who are able to begin a project at a moment's notice. I'm unfortunately not one of them. I like to take a bit of time and think about planning a project. Then I like to think a bit more about it. After I've had time to really consider a project, then I start to think about what I might ever, in the whole wide world, need for the project. Once I've determined what my project needs and compiled a list (often in my head instead of on the more logical piece of paper, where, of course, I forget essential items every single time), I will then spend some time thinking "I really need to get started on this." I realize that in the real world this is called "procrastination", but I like to think of it as being carefully and completely prepared.


I spent large chunks of today getting a project ready to work on. I took lovely old, lace trimmed linen handkerchiefs and dyed them with coffee to get just the right color of creamy ivory. I lovingly washed, dried and pressed them. Given that I rarely view anything to do with housework, and especially laundry, with anything remotely approaching "love", I think it's safe to assume that I felt very tenderly toward these embryonic projects masquerading as simple handkerchiefs. Getting that lovely creamy ivory shade right though was the last thing that went right today with this project. I won't go into the sordid details, I will just leave you with this sentiment: Don't feel too tenderly toward handkerchiefs that you are attempting to use as part of a larger project. The bitterness of their betrayal will haunt you forever.

3 comments:

clarice said...

Now dear Mary, when I look at the lovely lady, I see someone who has been embroidering so much, she has a hazy plastic smile plastered on her face. So do not be fooled. I am soo thrilled you dyed some linens, I can not wait to see. Clarice

Kristin said...

I beg to differ, Clarice. I see in her face the mocking laughter of one who believes herself to be utterly superior. Be of good cheer, Dear Mary. After all, if the handkerchiefs really do betray you, you can always have the last laugh--just put them to your nose and blow :)

Angie said...

I second Kristin's sentiments exactly! I'm so sorry the linens didn't turn out as planned. I hope I didn't give bad advice. Remember- bleach and try again (or bag it and get on with something else....Love your blog, my dear!