The wise woman does what she knows
If it’s fighting she fights
If it’s sewing, she sews
When the tension inside overflows and goes too far
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Grab a needle, grab a thimble if it’s all that keeps you sane
And sometimes it is. When I say I sometimes hold on my sanity by a thread, I don’t think people realize that I mean it literally. I have two escapes out here – my books, and my thread.
When I can’t focus on anything else, I can focus on the simple motion of pulling coloured thread through fabric.
I’ve always said you can tell the way a contract is going by how much progress I’ve made on my embroidery. Over the summer I completed perhaps a line and a half of stitching, because I simply didn’t ‘need’ it. I’ve been on the flagship for just over a week and I’ve already completed five lines…that should tell you something about the way things are going right now. It’s become my evening and port day ritual: Criminal Minds on the laptop, embroidery cloth over my knees.
If I finish the project by the end of this season (which at this rate actually wouldn’t surprise me all that much) I must then be faced with the dilemma of what to do with it. My sewing is much like my baking, after I’ve completed something I have no real need to keep it – I usually have to find someone to give it to. Thing is, needlework is not as easy to gift as double-chocolate-chip cookies.
I don’t know though, I suspect that after all this pattern has seen me through, this one might be the only one to end up on my wall…