Hello. This is my first post. I'm starting this reflection in mid process and so I may jump around chronologically in posts. Ever since I finally turned my dream of starting a Craftivist group into a reality earlier this year of 2017, I have felt a need to also share my reflections on the process along with the many learning experiences that have occurred along the way.
Friday was Craftivists of the Inland Northwest's (CINW) third event. We have been averaging one a month. Since CINW is pretty much made up of me so far and I am an introvert who exhausts herself as a teacher during the week who just wants to retreat and stitch alone on the weekends, progress has been slow. I need to do a formal count but I have at least 20 onesies out in the world being stitched by others and have 20 that are finished and in my possession, ready for the Fall.
Two of those 20 were finished yesterday. Christina is one of CINW's super stitchers. Her wife finished two at our first event and Christina came last night to make her #2. She picked an Arabic script to stitch that was written by my friend Alia's coworker. I loved her script. I can write Arabic, but my script looks like a child wrote it. I was glad my friend and former coworker chose to stitch it.
The other finished piece has its own story. Tom is a regular at Boots Bakery and Lounge where we met to stitch. The last time we stitched there he told me that he wanted to stitch a onesy in German because his mother is German. After he chose his thread and onesy last night, he subtly asked if I was going to stitch it for him. We made a deal that he would write it out and I would stitch it in red thread. The resulting onesy is drying after I stayed up late last night to finish stitching it. Here is Tom with his initial script.
My friend April, a social worker just like Christina and I, showed up too and started one in French. A little later her super cool daughter, Sydney, stopped by to work on Italian. April struggled a bit with her stitching and my partner E, who successfully completed her first onesy last week was there to help her. Some people stopped by and asked us what we were up to. I shared flyers I made and explained that they were welcome to contribute now or at a later date if they chose to. No pressure. Craftivism, in my opinion, is not about pressure. It's about time spent in community with others engaging in open and noncorrosive conversation. I also popped out that I did "home visits." It made us all laugh due to its social work references. I just mean that I am open to passing by people's homes and dropping off supplies if that works better for them.
The community of get togethers such as these and the individual thoughts and energies imparted into the onesies as people stitch them together, alone, on a plane, and in many other circumstances is what gives this project strength. We are all the future of this country and this world.