Minutes turn into hours and hours into days and days into
weeks, then months….
SO here I am wondering if I should fill in the gaps or just
leap forward.
Amidst the days, I filled pages in my mind. Something would be going on and I would
think to myself, “ I would REALLY like to write about this…” and then the memory of it would escape me, being too tired or too busy to take time to write. But too much time has passed already
and so … I will just jump in with one of those thoughts and then proceed with
more current thinking and happenings around the shop..
and so we shall tell the tale of...
(Or How can I be everywhere and do everything I want to get
done all at the same time and still feel home…when going a million directions at once...)
Have
projects,
will travel.
If
I had my druthers, I would be nestled
in a cozy spot, curled up in a ball with feet tucked beneath, fire in the wood stove, flowers in a vase,
needle
in hand, blanket on lap, teacup by my side, with some delicious homemade sweet
on a little handpainted china plate close beside me.
I held this thought in my mind this fall as I tried to keep
up with my husband's traveling binges while operating the shop long distance. Instead of the cozy couch,
I
attempted to find comfort in an airplane seat with needle in hand and my
carryon and suitcase compressed
to
its maximum capacity with handcraft projects and shop paperwork.
In all my travels over the years I have found a simple principle to be true.
My “Home”, as in my "Nest", is to be found when my needlework is close at hand.
Stitching settles my
heart and soul and
provides me
that quiet place of calm and repose as the world spins by, or in this case, as
I
frantically spin like a
whirlwind past the world.
As a
traveler, it is my nesting place, even if it be in the caverns and corners of
my mind.
And so, filled to the brim with every kind of project imaginable (lest I be caught empty handed and projectless, nothing worse...) , I laughed to myself as I wondered what the TSA agent thought
of my featherweight Singer sewing machine tucked into my rollerbag so I could
quilt along the way.
This little
traveling nest in a suitcase gave me time each day to feel the home I was
longing for far from my brick and mortar structure.
I could watch the linen be filled with color as I cross stitched, the patchwork
pieces come together for my son's already late college quilt, and the periwinkle silk and alpaca knit Christmas cowl for my mother grow in length. And, in the midst of all the stitching, I could feel the presence of my nest, even if it be in a migratory state.
In regards to missing the shop, the folders of paperwork and computer helped me to stay closely connected, and I generally find a visit a to local yarn shop does wonders as well, and I always feel a little closer to home surrounded by cubbies of yarn in rainbow order...
The truth be told, I am a drifter.
It is the nature of how my life has unfolded, but as long as
I can have my traveling needlework nest, I will be at home.
I have stitched around the planet,
filled in with bits and pieces bought along the way as needed.
It is what grounds me
at 10000 feet in the air. I have so
many thoughts, so many dreams, so many ideas, so much to do all the time running the shop, running businesses, planning for the weavings in and weavings out of my grown kids, projects, husband, etc etc. etc... In my
head I am everywhere at once planning and doing everything at the same
time.
As I stitch it slows me
down,
and reminds me what the shop
is all about.
“Blessed are the
works of our hands”
We put them to
work to do things, to make a brighter and better life. We make things for those
we love and if we take these projects along with us, it is as though our loved
ones are right there alongside us wherever we may be as we work away with needle
and thread, yarn, paper, paint, buttons, floss, or scissors in hand.
It is what cares and nurtures my frayed constantly uprooted life and the raw threads that dangle constantly from the act of living a migratory lifestyle and having a family that is so spread apart.
I thought about all of this as I calmly completed a cross stitch that I had worked on amidst the latest bout of travels. It had visited old college friends of my husbands, couches of his cousins, his childhood neighborhoods, long drives with autumn leaves on New Jersey backroads, a New York subway, and later a wedding in Montana. As I glimpsed over at my mother as she sat listening to the bustle of family chatter following the wedding of my niece, I noticed that we share this traveling nest of needlework. I think of her travels and all the needlework that has followed her around as well. What a wonderful kindred spirit she is and grateful for this legacy she has shared with me. Always armed with a stash of needlework, we stitch away as life goes by wherever we may be...
And so, as the
upcoming season of sharing and potential travel approaches, may your days be
filled with the joys of needlework, friends and family. Wherever YOU may be my kindred spirits, may YOU find that wonderful "nesting place" of calm and repose often found with needles, hook or needle in hand whether it be hither or yon...
"Bless the work or our hands".
with love to you from
The Net Loft
& me...Dotty
