I knew I needed to wear my turtle necklace this morning. The turtle is just a little charm I bought for a few bucks in the Village Store in town, and it’s been sitting on my windowsill waiting for me to hang it on a chain so I could wear it. I’ve been meaning to do it for months, since I got it, but didn’t do it till this morning. It was like this morning, I couldn’t do without it. That’s were turtle began, but I didn’t know where it was going.
I have a list of pieces that I’m in the process of making for people, pillows, scarves, quilts, and sometimes they weigh on me. Like I should get them all done. But, I’m finding out, it doesn’t work that way for me. Every night I think, starting tomorrow I’ll whittle away at my list, systematically, one at a time, every day until they’re done. But it not that easy, new orders come in for potholders that take less time, I get the urge to make something that won’t let me do anything else. I’m usually working on a quilt along with everything else in between. So at night I think, tomorrow I’ll get it all straightened out, but most of the time, in the morning, all that rational thinking fades and I do what I feel like doing. (Unless I have a dead line, like having to get potholder designs to Kim for the week or it’ Christmas and I have to fill orders, then the rational side definitely takes of and thank the gods it does).
And sometimes I worry that I might not get to a piece at all. But then there are times, like today, when I get to a piece that’s been waiting for me, and I know I was just waiting for the right time.
My friend Suzy and I made a trade. She spun Socks’ wool and knit me and Jon hats using some of it and I made her a Hankie Scarf (the one with her duckie hankie in it) and would sew a border for a piece of fiber art her son, Sam made. I made the scarf a couple of weeks ago. And today I chose to make the border for Sam’s Leaf.
It all came together quickly and easily. The green fabric seemed just right. I wanted something I could stitch on but nothing that would distract from Sam’s art. Once I sewed the fabric on I saw the tree and the turtles. Then the moon and the water. But I wasn’t sure if Suzy wanted something with images or just designs. So I texted her, not telling her what I had in mind. She texted back, that I should do whatever felt right to me, but she just wanted to let me know that Sam loved turtles.
Remember this, I thought to myself, there’s a lesson here. It’s panic that makes me want to “get through” my list of orders. It patience and trust and believing that there is a “right” time for everything that makes good and honest art.