there is something so wonderfully satisfying about ripping fabric.
did you know that’s what you do to find the true grain of cloth?
finding the true grain
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Oh, Yes. I remember ripping fabric back in my sewing days. So satisfying…and such a wonderful metaphor…you are one clever chica…
love, j
I love this!
This is the image they used to describe why we might not want an episiotomy in childbirth…but I do get the image, thank you.
Yes, fabric, and life, are like that. True character, and true grain, show up with tearing!
here i thought it’s what you do when you want to clutter up a perfectly good dining room to the point where your husband says: I thought a big part of why we bought this house was so you’d have a huge studio space you couldn’t possibly outgrow. … it’s that, too.
my favorite part about this post is that you leave it for us to figure out that it’s a metaphor for life, as well. and we’re smart, so we get it. or maybe our lives have been torn, our true grains revealed. yes. maybe that’s why we get it.
thank you for this, my dear.