Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Because of my Mom's physical proximity, she sees much of the stuff I make over the days and weeks. She often admires it politely, rarely even touches it and then invariably asks, "What in the WORLD are you going to DO with it?" This comes up most times when I show her my yarns.
There is often eye-rolling accompanying the question. I have other relatives who kind of do the same thing.
It's clear they don't understand what I am doing. They certainly do not understand that there is joy in the making. That for me, it's all that really matters. If it gets made into something else, well that's fine. But if it remains as yarn in a skein, and I had a good time making it, that's fine too.
They come from a time when everything needed a purpose. And I suppose my hobby seems frivolous to them. My Mom thinks I should be selling the yarn and knitting to make money. Otherwise, she thinks I am wasting my time.
I've arrived at a place where when the question is asked, I reply, "Oh, am I supposed to DO something with it?!"
Posted by knithound brooklyn at 3:41 PM