How are you staying calm in lockdown? If you’re struggling, I recommend a spot of embroidery.
This is my first attempt at embroidery and I’m happy! I bought my kit from Jenny Blair and can’t recommend her kits enough, if you’re also in the mood to learn a new skill.
Embroidery is fun! It’s also calming.
Even though I’d never embroidered before, I purposefully chose a kit that was challenging. I knew that a basic kit would leave me feeling quickly bored.
I had six new-to-me stitches to learn:
- Padded Stitch (my favourite)
- Split Stitch (my least favourite)
- French Knot (my second least favourite)
- Satin Stitch
- Back Stitch Straight Stitch
- Straight Stitch
I say new to me, because these stitches have been existence since – goodness – time immemorial. I liked this aspect of embroidery; sensing a connection to my forebears.
My favourite detail is the little, winking silver French Knots in the owl’s eyes.
So, embroidery aside, how are you? Are you coping or feeling glum? Or both?
I’ve been extremely grateful for both my pet and my self-reliance. I’ve always had an independent spirit, and that has paid dividends in isolated times.
That being said, I ache for skin-on-skin contact.
I have felt lucky – and more than a touch guilty – to have been the happy recipient of some wonderful professional opportunities during these times.
And yet, and yet…
A recent family video call showed that everyone was glum. I recently hit peak boredom. I’ve seen family and friends impacted, both economically and in terms of health.
And yet, and yet…
My neighbours have left me food gifts and invited me out onto the front path for safe-distance drinks. I have many friends checking in with me. It gives me great joy to see Ella still spreading her love. We managed a virtual Pass The Parcel for my boyfriend’s 50th.
So. Much. Uncertainty.
I have cried watching sewing business friends struggle on social media. I have cried at images of food bank queues in New York. I sleep more than ever, yet have vivid stress dreams.
There is little way to compute any of this, is there?
But, at least, we have our hands and needles, our community and friends.
I thank goodness for the child’s painting in a neighbour’s window. Every time I walk by it, I bless the head of a child who wrote in clumsy letters…
This too shall pass.