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.?
Once again I forgot to turn off my cell phone in a class, disrupted the instructor and annoyed the students. This time I was mortified because it was so loud and I couldn't figure out that it was MY phone.
So I took some time out today to write an apology letter and outline some steps that I and others can use to cope with these situations in the future. And also to help remind me that it is much easier just to turn off my phone.
If you have any of these books I would love to hear more about them. What do you think?
Tips on How to Keep Your Thread Color From Running
Note: As demonstrated above sometimes nothing works!
The figure of a woman in a cape in the bottom left corner is not a nun. It is actually a posed photo of the Mulheres do Capote (the Women of the Cape.) Women were expected to wear this cape (made of blue wool) to secure their modesty. I have no idea how this tradition came to be on the islands. I do recall a 'capote' in my great-grandmothers armoire. The blue wool was dark, thick and rough to the touch. The garment was also very small as the women of that era were quite petite. My mother told me later that my great-grandmother Amelia wore it when she was a young woman.This cape is long gone now - most likely a feast for moths.
Dimensional Embroidery and my Azorean heritage