With the contents of the box sorted out on my workroom floor, I found lots of unfinished projects - baby quilt blocks, all but the border neatly cross stitched; a gray plaid wool skirt, pins still holding the waistband; a plastic mesh circle, partially filled with a fluffy yarn design; bag after bag of supplies for all types of projects.
Today, the brightly colored crochet cottons in one of those bags caught my eye. I emptied the contents on my table and for a few moments savored the colors and textures.
That's when I noticed this. My crafty predecessor was learning to tatt! Just a few inches of finished tatting... still attached to the shuttle.
Did she get a phone call? Were the kids hungry and demanding lunch - now? Was there a family emergency? Did life change forever, and she lost her desire to create?
I think I'll frame this little piece of lace still attached to the shuttle as a reminder of the uncertainties of life... of well laid plans that half happen.
...for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed unto Him against that day. II Timothy 1:12
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing this memory!
oh my, i have projects all around me screaming every day...no, not crafts....laundry, more dishes, another dirty sock..goodness where's the other one, someone's hair is a mess again, oh, grade another math paper?, the goat is where?, who hit who, the phone is ringing....I can't WAIT to someday focus on ONE thing at a time...till then I'll become the world's best multi-tasker....if I don't have an emotional breakdown first! HA So perhaps I should appreciate these undone "projects" and see the "why" and "what for"! cherith
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