A Slow Manifesto

I had my first (ever) quilting class tonight.  I signed up for this class because I don’t really like to sew and thought that maybe if someone taught me I may like it… and I do.  I like to sew by hand because I have control and am able to do what I want the way that I want and it’s slow.  I like to be slow.  I like to live slow, I like to think slow, I like to act slow.

Most of that last sentence is a lie, in case you don’t know me.  I am not slow.  I do very few things slowly.  I am not patient.  I once told a friend that patience is for chumps.  Or other people.  I didn’t say that second part at the time, but I’m amending my statement now.  I knit quickly.  I knit because I’m not patient, and not slow.  I read quickly, type quickly, do math quickly (I just got this great magazine all about teaching Math to Middle Aged Students and it’s FANTASTIC – I LOVE teaching Math), and speak quickly.  My brain works quickly.  It doesn’t stop working and I often need to tell myself out loud to shut up because I’m taking up too much space because I say whatever my brain is thinking, even when it’s not appropriate.

But there’s something about slow processes that I love.  I love lace knitting.  Maybe I knit each stitch more quickly than many people, but it still takes me an hour to get across a complicated row of 358 stitches, and so a shawl may take me 40 hours, but I LOVE it.  I love knitting socks.  Socks on tiny little needles that take 20 hours to knit, and most people will never see… but you know, when you’re wearing them, that your feet are wrapped in hand-stitched lime green wool, and doesn’t even the thought bring a smile?  It does to me.  I love slow roasted meals.  I love home-made maple syrup (45L of sap = 1 L of syrup… it takes us over a day of evaporating to make 1L… that’s slow).  I love meals where we’ve grown everything on our plate.  That’s slow!  I love hand-stitching.  Machines are fast and I make mistakes with them and then I get frustrated.  I like making every stitch by hand.  It’s slow, but soothing.  Machines are stressful.  A needle and thread is not stressful.  Take my word for it.

I know I need to post more pictures.  I will do that when I don’t want to sew things together.  Maybe I’ll even put up a picture of things I’ve sewed together.  Slowly.

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2 responses to “A Slow Manifesto

  1. I am so glad you enjoyed the quilting class – welcome to the quilting bloggers fraternity too.

  2. Pingback: The luck of the person-sewn mitt | Rhubarb Ranch

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