then diana decided she wanted to learn, too. so my mom taught her. i'm especially thankful for that, because when i forget my next step, diana can help me with it.
|diana working on her first hat for a young child|
monday was our first homeschool sewing circle/handwork club gathering of the new year. i wasn't sure who would be attending, but it doesn't really matter as much to me the number of families who can come, just that the people who come want to be there and share. i advertise it as an open space for three hours, where you can come when you are able and leave when you need to (an approach i learned during many years of la leche league meetings). this works because it's not a class, no one is interrupted by comings and goings, no one need apologize for being who and what and where they are. it's a safe space for families to bring themselves and their work and their intentions and their mess and we all take care of each other and cleaning up.
diana sometimes has a hard time getting ready to go to sewing circle. it's a mad dash to get the kids home from school, then settle ander in with steve to have their boy time while us girls pack up our things and head to the library. what diana would really like to do is have some space and quiet and be alone after having been at school. but i convinced her to come and she started finger-knitting some new pom-pom yarn, making a fuzzy caterpillar, and the handwork soothed her. then she went off to search for some new books (another advantage of holding the gatherings at the public library is the proximity to books. ahhh.)
it was probably an hour later that diana asked how long we were planning to stay. we had been alone in the room, she and i, and while i was content, she was not. a few moments later, we got a text that taryn and her family were on their way, and then another family whom we had not seen for months arrived. we were so happy to see them and reconnect! a few more people arrived even later, so we had our group. the kids were immensely pleased to have each other to be with and chatted about minecraft and doctor who as they worked.
me? i was happy that others came and appreciated the connection with the moms whom i had missed since before winter holidays started up. however, i would have stuck it out longer than diana at the library even if no one else had come. why? because i had scheduled the time and space for it and it was important to me to honor that. i had handwork i wanted to do. i had my materials and tools and intention to follow through. the beginning time alone was filled for me with the rhythmic motions of turning the loom, feeling the yarn between my fingers as i wrapped it around the pegs, hearing the tiny clicks of the hook as i slid and pulled it at steady points along the circle. as others arrived, the space filled with voices and became my soothing ambient soundtrack.
|my friend louisa wearing the cowl she made and working on a new wrap|
|the yarns were ones we had picked out together. oh, so very soft. yes, diana's back to her book with her little paper adipose baby on her lap.|
and after that, i had time to make more paper snowflakes for our windows. as i expected, when kids saw me making them, they shifted their attention to me and asked me to show them how i did it. so i did, and it was good.