I'd like to meet a woman who knits or crochet. Surely she would have so much to teach me, and i don't mean necessarily about wool.
See, to me, women who sew, paint or write are passionate, grabbed by the demon of creation, eager to throw themselves into ambitious tasks. They command space, room and time and when they get started they can be quite single minded. And if you get in the way, they'll bite your head off.
I already know how to do all that.
But women who crochet are different.
I would compare a woman who crochet to a runner. While some need exercise equipment, a tennis court, cleets, a field, a personal trainer, all a runner needs is a pair of shoes. A woman who crochet can arrive in any city, needing no studio, no sewing machine, pattern, computer, paper, or paint and brushes, she needs nothing but a ball of yarn to get started on that first little square.
In this frantic world, Women who crochet seem the only ones determined to slowww dowwn. I want to learn to slowww dowwn. They seem able to be in the moment. That's what all the self help book tell us. Have a dream but work towards it without straining and forcing. One baby step at a time, detach yourself from the outcome.
Do your work.
And then one day, BAM!
A woman who crochet could teach me about patience, about tranquility, how to avoid big statements and big pushes that ultimately end in a dream too big to swallow.