I've been giving some thought about giving. A few months ago I framed a drawing for a friend. I downloaded it from the internet and printed it out at home. Nothing spectacular! Just an image that meant a lot to her and made her happy.
So lets think about this, I said to myself, how many times have I given an embroidery to a friend or family member and why? Okay so usually they are appreciative and amazed - "You did this! Wow! " And then others in my circle will say, "Hey, how come I didn't get one?"
And then there are those who barely squeak out a thank you, their eyes wide with horror and their months twisted in pain. How, they think to themselves, am I going to put this bouquet all round and soft, all pastels, all screaming out for attention: Love me! Love me! when I just redecorated?'
Of course, you had no way of knowing that the apartment is now all blue grays, steel silver and black with 1970s imitation straight backed orange sofa and love seat. If you had known you could have embroidered a black cactus with long steely gray thorns and an exagerated pickle-like form. But you didn't know and now this person has pissed you off and will never get that cactus.
So this begs the question: Is it right to give a gift when you expect adoration and that it be displayed in a place of honor to rival even their flat-screen t.v.?
Dimensional Embroidery and my Azorean heritage