There once was a little girl, who lived on a hill above above the sea. She loved playing in the wild flowers and just sitting and watching the boats as they traveled on their journey to parts unknown. Then one day her Gram visited, she had not seen her for ages and had almost forgotten what she looked like. But as soon as she saw the white haired lady she remembered her at once!
Gram was loads of fun and always calling her cute names that made the little girl giggle. One day the little girl was sitting out among the wild flowers when she saw Gram walking towards her with lots of things in her arms. The little girl ran to her Gram to help her carrying the load.
Once they arrived where the little girl had been sitting. Gram unfolded a blanket and spread it across the patch of grass near the wild flowers. She then started to open a small box. The little girl was still standing and then leaned over and peered inside the box. It seemed to have no end. She could see all kinds of things, hundreds of things and yet from the outside it appears very small. The little girl looked at the box, then at her Gram. Gram just smiled.
"I am going to teach you how to cross stitch." Gram told the little girl as she handed her a hoop with fabric already inside. There was a golden needled already threaded with gray thread attached. The little girl smiled.
The sun slowly moved across the sky as the day was winding down. The two had been there for hours. The little girl showed her Gram what she had made.
Gram's face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Oh, that is lovely, my sweet little Jelly Bean." The little girl beamed from ear to ear.
And thus the love of stitching was created within the little girls heart.
I can almost feel that cool salty breeze on my skin, hear the seagulls cry as they fly over head, casting their shadows across the rocks as they dive down towards the cliffs edge. The tide slams against a giant bolder and the spray just touches the back feathers of one bird. Ahhh the sea. Love the sea!
So what is all this about. I have found loads of patterns I want to stitch...I see things I want to stitch and then I never make them. It's weird. I lust, but never follow through.
I join and create SAL's in hopes that I will somehow be pulled along with the momentum of the group and actually stitch...but it never works. Instead I spend my time trying to convert the cross stitch pattern into a filet chart for crochet.
Of course I am asking myself the same thing you are all yelling at me, the obvious, why don't you just crochet. It seems simple enough, right? Oh, it never is. Nothing with me is ever simple...wish it were, but sadly it never is.
I know I am attracted to the lovely colors of thread that are involved in cross stitching. The fiber always gets me, always. The colors, the feel of the floss. I love cotton, the softness.
I just want to wake up one day and be told, that's it, you are only allowed to crochet. Nothing else crochet. No more divided heart, no more wishy washy....just one thing, one thing to do.
Yeah, I know, I'd get bored after about an hour, but I admit, I kind of wish I just did one thing. I know, I know it's fun to do several things...I know...I am just......I feel that I am a Jill of All Trades and A Master on None! Have you ever felt that way?
I mean, seriously, I don't think I do any one thing well. I dabble here, I dabble there, until at the end of the day I haven't really accomplished much.
I tell myself it's about the journey not the destination...but surely, after such a long journey, shouldn't the destination be worth reaching, too? I am torn, as you can tell. Ripped to bits in a million directions....blowing in the breeze like a ribbon let loose in the wind....Do you ever feel this way?