Speaking Engagements, Writing Life, Yarn Bombing

A Gift

Mandy, my co-author, and I gave a talk at the New Westminster Public Library two weeks ago about our book Yarn Bombing: The Art of Crochet and Knit Graffiti. The week before, we had finished the installation of the cherry tree at Historic Joy Kogawa House. During the event, I had exchanged a few words with a lovely, elderly Japanese lady.

Much to my surprise, I found out later that not only had she traveled from New West to South Vancouver on transit to see our woolen tree installation, but she also came to the library baring many handmade gifts for us – crocheted doilies, little woolen shoes to hang that were reminiscent of our book cover, magnets, and a miniature cherry ‘tree’ which was a dormant cutting from her own tree adorned with hand-worked blossoms.

The cutting has been sitting on my writing desk for the last couple of weeks. It kept me company as I worked through the final stretch of edits on my new manuscript, Hoopla: The Art of Unexpected Embroidery. I’d been watering it every second day or so, hoping to see some of the buds blossom, impatiently feeling that it might never happen as I drafted emails and looked up synonyms, and scratched out phrases.

This morning, I exchanged email with my editor Susan about a final detail in my book, and as I was thinking that I might close to finally finishing this long term project, I looked over – and there was the twig in bloom, a beautiful metaphor for patience. It was worth the wait.

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