I was in a funny mood the other evening. Too tired to sew, even knitting seemed a chore. Some part of me craved embroidery, so I took my threads out and settled down on the sofa. As far as I was concerned, this was sending out a message pure and clear: I Want To Be Quiet and Insular.
Almost immediately, my loved one started asking questions. What are you making? What’s it going to be? I gave him what’s called an Old Fashioned Look. You’re trying to talk to me? Now?
I realised that I use my crafting as emotional language.
Sewing? Watch out, I have an excess of energy and it needs to be used up!
Knitting? I’m feeling vulnerable and in need of comforting routine.
Crocheting on a train? I am unashamedly eccentric and it’s best that you leave me to occupy these seats on my own. Thank you.
Crocheting on a plane? I’m feeling rebellious.
Embroidery on the sofa? I’m close to brain dead and this is all I can do. Engage with me at your peril.
My only problem now, is getting the rest of the world to understand these messages.
What about you? Does your craft of choice reflect your frame of mind?