Weaving twill towels and a fluffy “assistant”
Bite your tongue Mum.
“Sometimes I wonder whether you will ever learn anything!”
“Are you kidding me, you tipped it over again?!”
“What is wrong with you?!”
“You have ruined my day!”
“Why can’t you be like your brother/sister?”
“You make me so angry!”
Gosh, aren’t they nasty statements?
Well, I’ve thought of all of these, quite regularly in fact. The worst part is I’ve even said some of them to my children.
It’s really hard to not verbalise these thoughts sometimes. But I look upon it like this. I’m storing up treasures. These treasures are especially for my children. Each time I bite my tongue is a little victory. Yes, for me, but so much for them.
They may not know about your interior struggle but they will remember your words. 5, 10, 20, how ever many years down the track, they will remember your words and how you made them feel.
I know this. You know this.
Is it time for you to start storing some treasure too?
Madam Tickleberry’s tea party
Clasped weft table runner
Clasped Weft weaving on a rigid heddle loom
My latest video is now available to view, I hope you enjoy it!
Knitted kitty
Over Christmas the weather was very warm and I was very tired. The whole family was tired. So we spent quite a bit of time watching movies and documentaries together and keeping things quiet. I get restless hands if I just sit and watch something, so it was the perfect time to pick up a bit of knitting.
So, what’s happening next year?
At the moment, I would love to further my business. I’d like to wake up, have a shower, some breakfast, maybe walk the dog and then sit down to my loom and weave. And just keep weaving until I wanted to do something else – probably some dyeing. I’ve tried to work more on being a “real” artist for years and failed over and over. But I don’t feel too sad about it anymore. Because I’ve come to a realisation.
Being a real artist is not my real job. Being a wife is. Being a mother is. Being a servant of God is. These are the things that God is calling me to first. Everything else has to wait, and this fact is good and right. He gives me time here and there to work on the things I love, but only after my other duties for the day are fulfilled.
Maybe one day I will get to work full time on creative stuff. Or maybe God has other plans for me – whatever the case all He asks is for me to listen and obey, and with His grace, this is what I intend to do.