A few months ago I was bemoaning the fact that I didn’t have a hobby. Running, cooking and photography didn’t count because I wanted something simpler that I could pick up and put down as time allowed. Canning isn’t exactly something you can do to fill a 30-minute lull in your day. Well, I finally have one!
I know, I know. I’m either a hipster or a grandma. I’ll take grandma, thanks. It really is fun, though. It’s relaxing. It requires a lot of focus, but not a lot of thought which is nice. I love podcasts and documentaries and such, but get antsy just sitting around listening. Embroidery is the perfect solution. It gives me something to do with my hands, but I can still devote my mental focus to the podcast or audio book or documentary or whatever. It’s great.
I also like it because it allows me to be creative without being artsy. I am not artistic at all. I cannot draw a straight line. Which means I can barely draw a stick figure. Embroidery is pretty much tracing. I iron a pattern on to a piece of fabric and then “trace” it with thread. Simple, yes? But I have control over the colors and the stitches and such.
Plus it actually produces something. I love writing and running and photography, but those don’t produce anything tangible. At least not the way I do them. This blog is my writing outlet. It’s not like I am producing a book which I could hold in my hands. The same goes for my photography. I rarely print pictures and when I do I almost never frame or display them. Even when I do, it doesn’t feel like it is mine since someone else printed the photo and made the frame. Embroidery creates an item I can hold that is all mine. Does that make sense to anyone else?
Right now I’m sticking to tea towels. They are easy and practical. My stockpile is rapidly growing and I’m going to have to figure out what I want to do with them all. Anyone want one? I’m thinking they will make nice wrapping paper for Christmas presents.
Go ahead. Laugh. I feel like I deserve it. But then don’t expect one of my awesome towels.