Meh. I have a cold, that seems to be spreading to my chest now, I’m on my period (ooooh, oh no she didn’t mention the dreaded p-word!), I’m a sore, clogged up, wheezy, coughing mess and generally not in the best of moods. I was planning on skipping writing today as well, and instead reading another juicy sick and twisted Polish crime novel until sweet dreams of murder and maiming came upon me, but today’s prompt convinced me to type up a quick something.
I have a quiet love for needle crafts. It’s a temperamental and seasonal affliction, it manifests itself usually only in the midst of winter, more so if I also happen to be depressed. When my mind gets lost among the dark and slippery tunnels, when my concentration abandons me and reading and writing are no longer viable options for spending free time, I look for something to do with my hands. I knit, I crochet, I embroider.
There’s something supremely soothing and comforting about handling soft wool, or colourful threads. There is peace to be found in the process itself, repetitive but still attention requiring motions, pleasure in learning more and more demanding techniques, satisfaction of seeing how with patience something tangible, and with luck, beautiful starts taking shape.
I was never taught any of this, nobody in my family does needle crafts. I learnt it all from the internet, from books, forums and YouTube videos, the resources are out there if you want to learn. I do sometimes question what is it that gives me more pleasure – learning a new skill or technique, or actually completing a project; I seem to be doing a lot of the former and not so much of the latter. But frankly, as I see knitting/crocheting/embroidering as mainly therapeutic activities it doesn’t really matter. Knitting or crocheting is easier in application, one can never have too many colourful scarves, hats, stuffed animals etc. It’s a bit trickier to find practical use for fancy embroidery, which is my most recent, and I think strongest fascination. I mean, yes, I could embroider table linen (although I would first have to spend a small fortune on the really fine linen, which is the only material I can use for some of the techniques I love, not mentioning decent embroidery frames – since a hoop wouldn’t be much use for a project of that size), or something along these lines, but lets face it – I would never dare to use it even if I did complete it, so there doesn’t seem to be much point in that. So instead I just embroider pretty little things, not really thinking about utilizing them for anything. I’m ok with that. It’s the activity that counts, it’s the pleasure in knowing I can do that with my own two hands, and while I’m not an expert, I learnt it all myself.
I may not be up to it just this instance, but as the November is passing, and winter is coming I keep looking at my box of threads and visions of colorful flowers, strange creatures and lace are starting to swim in front of my eyes…