Hooking: It really is the main point of this website. Unfortunately, the stress of the last couple of month’s hasn’t been good for it. Not that I haven’t done it at all, mind you. That would be writing. I love to read and write fiction. In fact, I’m an assistant editor for the utterly fabulous, I-bet-you-can’t-wait-to-get-a-copy literary journal Fifth Wednesday. Rather, I’m usually an assistant editor. I had to sit this reading period out in order to deal with the sale of our house and the move to New Mexico. Worse, I run a local writing group, and I haven’t submitted a thing in months for the others to comment on. They’ve been very patient with me. But what would they do? Fire me?
Truthfully, I have managed to hook during this time. My sanity’s relied on it. Not that it’s been quality work, but at least I’ve done it. (Process, it’s all about the process of art, not the result. At least isn’t that what they say?) I generally hook while I watch TV in the evening; if not, I fall asleep. But the concentration’s just not there.
I recently finished a pretty big chair pad for my boss at the food pantry. He, being a priest and all, it was for the “throne” (my word, not his) that he sits on during Mass. I’d gotten through half of the mat when I had to admit that…it sucked wind. The wool just wasn’t working for me. I pulled out every one of my hand-cut strips and subbed in two aqua-colored yarns. They weren’t bad. Admittedly, the design was simplistic, created with the church’s kids in mind and my boss’s proclivity for the Maine coast.
Eventually, I finished hooking, steaming, and binding. Early one work morning, I stole into the church to make sure it fit the throne. Perfection! Until I noticed one thing: I’d drawn the damn fish upside down. DUH! My co-worker told me it was beautiful, that he’d love it. And I knew he would — because I’d made it specially for him.
Nonetheless, I have my pride. And while I don’t think a rug has to be perfect – it is a handmade item, after all, and imperfections are part of the charm – it can’t be so…incorrect. I may give it to him. Or I might not. But as soon as I get settled in New Mexico, I will be hooking a new pad for his throne. Not for his benefit or even mine, but because it’s worth doing something right if you’re going to do it at all.
Please tell me I’m not alone in my gaffe. Share one of your big boo-boos to make me feel better. Is it locked away in a cedar chest forever? Or do you take it out now and again to remind yourself of how far you’ve come?
OMG! I’d like to hear from someone who hasn’t made a Big mistake. My most obvious one was misspelling a word in a cross stitch I did for Peter! I didn’t notice. My mother didn’t notice. The framer didn’t notice (or didn’t say!). I look at it every now and then on the wall by my bureau and grind my teeth…….
Oh, I must admit, Deb, that would drive me crazy even as I insisted that it was making me “humble.” Thanks for weighing in. 🙂
I gave up a long time ago trying to be perfect. I also learned that it is easier to rip out than to continue with something that is bothering me and every time i look at the piece that part would bother me.
Words of wisdom, Darcell. Words of wisdom.
Ugh! I feel for you Laura. I made a big mistake this year in submitting a rug that was less than perfect to a jury for critique. It was a sunset rug with far too big a sun. When I showed it to some friends after it had been declined, they commented right away on the sun. As soon as they said it, I knew that was the problem! Ugh… At least you caught your mistake before giving it to your boss/friend.
I’ll probably give it to him anyway, Jean. The beauty of giving a piece to people who only see the beauty in it, not the faults (like we do 🙂 ). Besides, he’ll get a great laugh out of it, that I actually made a mistake (and admitted it).