meet idleness: my new best friend
The apartment’s renovation has come to a screeching halt. It seems that you cannot paint, sand, spackle, saw or lay floors with two cracked ribs. And despite every puritanical rant against idle hands, I find there is more than enough to occupy myself with. I’m going through some pictures I’ve been needing to edit and writing a few long-anticipated letters. I’ve even figured out a way to play the guitar without bumping my ribcage, and have been catching up on some much-needed practice. But most of all, I’ve enjoyed going through some of my art supplies. At first it was just idle desire to “make something”, a need to fiddle. But then I started finding things.
A set of old embroidery hoops I picked up at a DC thrift store for $3.99. A 50 cent bag of vintage embroidery floss that had faded to quiet, earthy shades. Old muslin I’ve had for years.
Honestly, how could I resist?
Inspired by a vibrant piece of embroidery I’d recently seen, I started stitching freehand, using a combination of feather stitches, french knots, fly stitches and chain stitches. While it’s coming out very different from the original, I love it. I think it looks like an embroidered incarnation of fading naturalist’s display.
Somehow I’d forgotten how soothing it is to embroider, and can’t wait to try my hand at some other designs as soon as I finish this one. How long does a broken rib last, and is there any way to prolong the healing process?
Don’t tell my doctor,