The past couple of days have been a little rough. And let me start this off by saying that this is no reflection on anyone else, this is just all my own stuff.
I went to guild night on Tuesday. We had an excellent program on framing, and I am always glad to learn more tips and tricks on framing. But, as sometimes happens at guild, I sort of sunk into the feeling that I totally did not deserve to be there. The caliber of stitching in this group just blows my mind. And the amount of stitching completed just blows my mind. And there I sit. And you may not get the sense of this from my blog, but I’m just a wee bit shy. And, while I was sitting there feeling really insecure about my stitching, one of the members that has never spoken to me, did. And I was embarrassed. Embarrassed for this person to even look at my stitching, which I tried to hide behind the pattern. I didn’t want this amazing stitcher to see my uneven stitches, or see that I was committing stitching blasphemy by stitching with two threads. I just wanted to go home a little.
And there are times when I say something on my blog and make decisions and sound so sure of myself, but then I just want to post a retraction saying “I take it all back. Nevermind. Move along, nothing to see here.” Yesterday was one of those times. And tomorrow may be one of those times too. But, for a brief moment, I thought I’d just throw it out there that me and my stitching were feeling less than. Because I’m sure I’m not the only person who has felt that way.
I was also reminded that I need to get started on the stitching for my Madeira Tin class that I’m taking in September.
I am grateful for the rain yesterday. And the Twilight soundtrack. Both comforting.