I decided to finish this black cherry argyle into an evening bag for a good friend. I personalized it with her initials, and I hope she’ll like it. As I was stitching it, I just had the strongest impression of HER on that fabric. And this morning, I knew that I finally had to finish it and send it to her.
I was dreading placing this on Etsy. I hated the idea of something that felt like BELONGED to someone else going up for sale. So I decided to listen to what my heart was telling me. This is different from the other 2 little evening bags I’ve finished. Instead of a one-piece handle through grommets, this is a two-piece handle, finished inside the top seams. Plus, I figured out how to make a twisted-cord bead toggle for a clasp. I just need to fray-check the heck out of the loop, so that it will hold up.
So the idea of “listening to my heart” brings me to my Thursday Thought. This friend and I met through Aloette, on a random phone call that was basically a wrong number. Over the course of the last 3 years we have gone from colleages and team members to true friends. I value her opinion and her wisdom, and she has done everything she can to encourage my creative spirit. I remember about a year ago, when another Aloette colleage started sending out messages about “What makes your heart sing?” That was when I started thinking about finding away to express myself, to stop treating cross stitch and embroidery as just a hobby. I know many of you know how this feels, you’ve blogged about it yourselves – the peace you feel, the release, the focus when you are in a project. And also the distraction, even despair, when a project isn’t going well. I decided then that I needed to search for a way to let my heart sing, and since then I’ve discovered that, for me, it is stitching with a purpose. Whether it is a gift for family members or a RR piece, if it’s destined for someone else, I try to stitch with that person in mind, to make each stitch with love.
To Beth, I don’t know if you read this often, but I hope you like your gift! It’s coming your way this weekend. Thank you for 3 years of encouragement (it seems like I’ve known you much longer!), I’ve tried to tell you how much you mean to me, but there really aren’t words.