One of my favourite literary lines is from Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, when Atticus Finch says to his daughter Scout: “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view – until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”
The line struck me when reading the book in high school and again when I came across my husband’s battered copy a few years ago and reread it. In a way, this is exactly what I’ve been doing for the past week or so.
Devoid of inspiration and feeling a bit flat after finishing my Jacobean leaves embroidery and my mom-in-law’s birthday present, I thought that if I put my craft out of sight, out of mind for a while my passion and enthusiasm and ideas would come rushing back. If I lived like the majority who, on an average day, go to work, cook dinner, chat to their spouses, watch some TV or read a book and go to bed. If I climbed into their skins for a while…
It didn’t work. I thoroughly enjoyed last Sunday – I baked a spinach pie, strolled through the park with my husband and lay on the couch reading a magazine. It was a lovely, lazy day. But by Wednesday/Thursday I was feeling a little low. By yesterday I was outright depressed and pulling threads and fabric out just to look at them.
So while I’m still not my usual stitching self, I have discovered that I can’t live without it. There will be days when I’m not inspired to pick up a needle, but that’s just how it goes. Inspiration will strike again.