Teresa had always had a soft spot for creative activities- rainy day “hobbies” like stenciling and paint-by-numbers. When she was little, her father worked a lot and her mother spent most of the day sleeping. Her mother’s migraines had been even worse than hers, and for weeks on end, she wouldn’t be able to eat at the table with her family because the clanking silverware made her see spots.
At first, Teresa used arts and crafts as a way to pass the time, but she came to love the way a project could turn an aimless afternoon into an exciting space within which something concrete could be achieved. These days, she was interested in rughooking. She’d found a yarn store in Stamford that gave 5% of each sale to the National Recreation and Parks Association. They sold hard-to-find brands with inspirational names like “Bitterroot Rainbow”, “Maiden’s Moss” and “Chinook”. It was delightful to be transported to far-off, humid places from the reassuring comfort of her fold-up bed. These niche brands cost more, but it was worth the mental trip. In reality, she’d never been further south than Annapolis.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
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