A couple of days ago I finished a 10 yard run of towels and took them off of the loom, hemmed, washed and folded them all in one afternoon. This never happens, I have things I have yet to finish from last year.
When I near the end of one project I’m always moving on to the next and my excitement may get in the way of the finishing part. That’s my theory anyway. I’m in wedding present mode and asked one of my nieces if there was anything in particular I could make her that would be useful. She asked for a specific type of towel. I asked what colors and she said something to the effect of light shining through ferns. She is an amazing artist and thinking about projects for her pushes me creatively.
I found a modification of an old draft that I modified further and worked up half a warp yesterday hoping this came close to ferns. As I was winding it I decided to call it “A Walk in the Woods” because it had the colors I envisioned when I walk onto the fern lined path headed into the wood lot in the back forty.
Today I’ll finish winding the warp and possibly get it onto the loom.
Right now I’m in that creative manic mode that seems to really set in after a loss. When my mother died I made quilts and rag dolls – lots of them. I gave most of them away to my friends. Again, it’s the process, not the product. Weaving seems to be what’s on the agenda right now although I do have a knitting project going as well as needle felting, rug hooking and, oh yeah, the gardens.
This time around though there’s a different sort of feel – like time is getting short and there’s still so much I want to do. Maybe it’s that generational shift that comes when you lose your last parent. Maybe it’s the realization that if you’re lucky you have a quarter of your life left to go and who knows how productive all of it will be.
Most of the time I don’t really think about it but on those days when all I can think about is the project I’m planning and working on to the point of no sleep it does make me wonder. I think some of it is a distraction, maybe a defense to fight off the depression that could take over or the overwhelming sadness at moments. What’s the saying? “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop”. I just have to keep going, keep creating.