I started this streaming piece this morning and after I stitched the words the wild woman within walks in the woods of my being I realized I forgot the in on within. One of my streaming rules is that I don’t remove stitches because there are no mistakes. But it was different with these words, they came to me and I just wrote them wrong. (I have corrected words on other pieces when I’ve misspelled them) I was so happy with the piece and the words looked good, so I stared at it for a while, hoping it might suddenly make sense, before taking my stitch remover to it. As I pulled out the stitches I saw that they left tiny holes in the fabric. I tried to flatten them out, but the fabric was unforgiving. I stitched the correct words anyway, hoping they would cover the holes. Then I stitched over them. But it was not use, it just got worse and worse.
So after 3 hours of work I got another piece of fabric and started over. Once again I’m learning how the mistakes are all apart of the work. And that you can’t continuously be creative hour after hour, day after day. Some days I just don’t have it and it’s best to know when to keep at it and when to stop.
But today’s mistake was really just that, a mistake, not “one of those days”. As I searched for a new piece of fabric I thought, this one will even be better. I didn’t get to finish it today, but it’s stuck in my head and I’ll be back at it in the morning, picking up where I left off as if I never stopped.