I turned 30 this past week. I should say I don’t feel any different, but I do.
I feel relieved that the angst of my twenties is behind me and that my thirties are going to be really good years.
I feel I have a much better idea of who I am and that I know a bit more about life, love and the world around me.
I feel more certain of myself and confident about what I’m able to do – and able to accept graciously that there are things I can’t do, and things I don’t want to do.
But mostly I feel a whole lot less concerned about what other people think of the fact that I spend my happiest hours with a needle and thread.
I used to keep my passion close to my chest, not wanting to deal with the polite look of puzzlement that crossed people’s faces when I told them I do embroidery – quilting and knitting seem easier for non-stitchers to understand, as though they have more purpose. But 30 is too old to be keeping such a huge part of my life a secret.
There are plenty of stitchers my age out there. Perhaps not always like-minded, but stitchers nonetheless. And maybe there are hundreds more who, like me, have been stitching in isolation. The art of embroidery is far from dead and, as long as there is at least one stitcher in the world, it never will be. So I’ve got it covered for (hopefully) the next 70-odd years.
PS. As you can see, I've changed the name of my blog - I am a gemini after all. Let me know if you prefer the new or the old...