If I love creating, then everyone else in the world must also, right? Thats how it works in my world. And if something is so simple in my head, then it must be REALLY simple. Sometimes my family thinks I have created my own little world, with its own little set of rules. They keep mentioning something called reality. I’ve heard it so many times that I must know what it means by now, but I’m still fuzzy.
But today’s rambling is not about my world…..its about enabling others. Kind of like picking up an extra bottle of really good wine to share with your best friends. Or taking a picture of the perfect accessory for your friend’s house and texting it to her. Its about helping out. Just helping out, thats all.
Its a bit more difficult when it comes to artistic endeavors. I’ve tried handing raw materials or machinery over to others. With a big grin on my face, glowing, just waiting for them to burst with excitement as I try and spur on their level of joy. Honestly, it doesn’t happen like I imagine it working (again, my world thing). I’ve given someone a sewing machine. It wasn’t anything special, but I was waiting for her to discover the thrill of creating. Hmmm, didn’t happen. In fact, her husband used it more than she did and then only for repairing clothing.
Yeah, I can repair clothing too, but if you will ask my husband about the pile of slacks that have been purchased over the years with some vague promise of something called hemming. I’ve tried repeating the word over and over out loud and it always sounds the same. Sounds like something you see in places that are the equivalent to a sweatshop. I don’t do sweatshop unless its some kind of new sauna before a massage. On second thought, don’t ask my husband. Thats a better idea.
So apparently, if you want to spread the joy of this obsession, it requires more than handing over a pattern, some yarn, a machine or even fabric. You must also spend some time and teach the skills needed to create. Kind of like an apprentice.
Coming tomorrow…..adventures at 4-H camp or spreading the fiber love to 20 kids at a time, whether they want to or not. Sometimes joy must be forced. Again, another part of my world. Its nice here in my world, you should visit sometime!
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