It was like just finishing a delicious meal, so good I ate too much, then the dessert comes. Something rich and gooey, with whipped cream on top. I take two bites and just can’t eat any more. I want more, it looks so good, but my stomach can’t do it.
That’s what I felt like when I sat at my sewing machine, stitching the last Tree Potholder. Like I just couldn’t make one more. My mind said yes, but my body said no. And I thought, I’m done. Done making Tree Potholders.
It happens with all my potholders, but usually it’s not so definitive. Usually I just move on without really thinking about it. Or the idea that I’ve been working on, (like the everyday goddesses) naturally evolves into something new.
But today, it was visceral. I actually saw a creamy dessert in my mind when it hit me that I couldn’t stitch another tree.
It’s possible the Trees will come back, but if they do, I think it will be in another form, or with another purpose. But I feel like I’ve already moved on. I don’t know to what yet, but making space for the next thing is a good way to begin.
Maria, do you think it has anything to do with Paul’s death? That was my first thought when I say the title “The Last Tree Potholder”.
I don’t know Becky, I’ll have to think about that one.
Moving on…Maria, it’s good to know when you’ve saturated your creative mind and be done with something. I feel the same way about mid-Aug. hanging up my Bed&Breakfast laundry…enough, already….but then, there is a certain symmetry in hanging out sheets on a clothesline…and so…I move on…to my next load of laundry.
SandyP…
Hanging clothes on the line is so much more satisfying than using the dryer Sandy. It probably keeps you going…….