The most difficult question to answer right now is often, "how are you?" Fine most of us reply, sometimes good. I think it is habit. Or a fear of upsetting others by being honest.
I don't think any of us are fine. We are treading water, holding on, just getting through the day.
At work (I've been at work all through COVID, essential worker) we've had to remind each other to be gentle with ourselves, to be gentle with each other.
The "me" that shows up here asks why a lot. It's hard to hold on to why make? Why share what we are making? How can this be important with everything else that is going on?
Here's my answer...I think many of us that make things do so because we are caregivers. We want to fix things, share things, explain things, make the world more beautiful.
There are so many ways to do this and we need them all.
"Mending hearts" is a phrase that came to me many years ago. I thought it would be a blanket, thought that I had the foundation for it in a blanket that I cut apart and had stared to restitch. It wasn't feeling right and it changed directions into a smaller project.
Sometimes we need to make things smaller.
The first first project with the cut apart blanket is a basket to hold some of my daily sewing supplies.
As I creep closer to the end of my pledge to blog daily for 119 days I wonder "what next?" It isn't just how often to blog, but why blog?
I think it is because there are more things that need mending.
Over the next 20 days that's going to be at the back of my mind.
P.S. I am okay Mom, really. :)
