For a while now I’ve been very very worried that I’m not going to make the deadline on my secret cross stitch project. So much so I’ve turned into a crazy lady spending every spare minute cross stitching, constantly calculating threads used vs threads left, and in my dreams I see cross stitches falling like cheap space invaders.
A week or so before Easter I started working with green thread – very dark pistachio green according to the instructions. After sewing a lot of very dark pistachio green I moved to the next colour – dark pistachio green. There was an awful lot of dark pistachio green to sew too.
By Easter Sunday I was well and truly sick of sewing green, but Hurrah! I had finally finished sewing the dark pistachio green. With hope in my heart I identified the next symbol I needed to work on – a circle with a dot in the middle, like a tiny bubble of frog spawn.
Holding my breath I checked the corresponding list….
‘Please please please don’t let the frog spawn be another green thread,’ I whispered.
But quelle horreur!
Worse still, a quick, half-wincing, glance at the list told me light pistachio green and very light pistachio green were yet to come! A project that had felt so shiny, new and exciting only a few weeks ago had turned into my own personal circle of hell!
If the cross stitch hadn’t been a gift with a very very tight deadline, I would undoubtedly have consigned it to the UFO pile put it in down for a while and started working on something else. But it must be finished in time, so I’ve battled on.
In the past this sort of traumatic experience would have been filed as a bad memory. However, when I declared war on my UFOs back in January, I began considering why certain projects ended up in the UFO pile. In February, I identified activities within a creative project that lead us to abandon it as points of greatest resistance. Too much green was definitely a point of Great resistance.
Who’d have thought it? I live in the countryside. I love green fields, I love green leaves, I love green!
So what have I learned from this?
- To do my best to ensure monotony doesn’t creep into my creative endeavours.
- If it is essential to work through a dull stretch I need to mindfully make my way through it, or create breaks rather than allowing myself to stop and let the project slide off to the UFO pile.
- Although clearly anything too monotonous is going to turn us off, I’m amazed at the psychological impact sewing a large amount of the same colour had on me. In future I will aim to be more aware of how such simple things are impacting on my mind set.
However, far more importantly, this experience has also reminded me not to allow monotony to creep into any part of my life.