Saturday, I finally took my sewing machine to the local dealership in for a bit of TLC. Long overdue for a kindly check-up and cleaning. I'm going to sound silly admitting how hard it was for me to hand her over. She's been my faithful companion in all my sewing projects over the past 19 years and she's my first machine. Hearing that I wouldn't see her again for at least a week made these creative fingers a bit twitchy. She's more than earned a week off and I knew that to satisfy my creative impulses during her hiatus, I'd have to tackle other disciplines (read: finish up some other projects... Sewing is my first love, but not my only creative pursuit). Needlepoint is one other love that has my attention this week.
This particular piece of needlepoint is extra special as it belonged to my beloved great-grandmother. She was talented in several needle arts - sewing, crochet, tatting, needlepoint, rug hooking and she passed on her love of needlecrafts to me. When I was a young girl, she taught me hand sewing, crochet and needlepoint. I do regret I didn't learn tatting from her experienced hands before she died. I can remember her sitting in her old rocker with her tatting shuttle nimbly forming intricate loops and knots of the most beautiful lace as she rocked. Her hands knew the motions intuitively, so that even if she nodded off, the shuttle kept at its work only to pause if an error was made. Eyes closed, she would undo the error and resume her rhythmic rocking and tatting.
Right now, I'm appreciative of the meditative aspect my needle point allows. Time to dream, to plan and time to remember the wonderful woman that started me on my creative path all those years ago. With my hands and mind so happily occupied, I'm not missing my machine quite as keenly. ;o)