I Was Framed

I used to have a big house with lots of walls. That worked out well because I was always doing needlework pictures and I liked to frame them. Unlike a photo or flat poster, a lumpy cloth design can’t just be plopped into a ready-made frame from Target. There is a chain of DIY framing places called The Great Frame Up, and that’s where I used to go. These places are awesome, although not cheap, and have experts who help you choose mats and frames for your art. Then when the supplies are ready, you return and put everything together ~ they will help as much as you need.

But since my flurry of framing days, I’ve downsized several times and have had to get rid of lots of my pictures. I’ve kept my favorites and it makes me happy to look at them. Luckily, I’m no longer interested in doing needlework, so there won’t be sad projects languishing frameless in closets. I did attempt to restart my old hobby a few times, but this was one of the rare areas in which I have changed. I simply don’t enjoy stitchery now; it’s tedious and boring. I’d much rather read or write, or even chill and watch a movie without distraction.

Oddly, doing this particular repetitive task makes me more anxious now, not less. Used to be the opposite and zoning out with a pile of yarn was relaxing. It’s probably the internet ~ if the internet disappeared and I couldn’t keep checking it or ever think about all the news and blogs and stuff out there, I could shrink my focus down to a 14×14″ square of fabric night after night until a magical scene appeared.

But there would still remain the cost of framing.

21 responses to “I Was Framed

  1. I remember The Great Frame-up. Never had any reason to go there.

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  2. Wall space can be a problem (or an excuse). When I worked in an art gallery, people often used to say they’d run out of walls or they’d buy this or that painting. I’d suggest they divide a room…

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  3. Mum had her tapestries framed, giving us a dolphin, owl and stag over the years. When we got the boat, we had nowhere to hang them, so took them out of their frames and put them on cushion covers.

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  4. I no longer do crafty things I used to do. Part of it is the limits because of pain/weakness, but part is that like you, they no longer bring joy. I wonder if I “used them up” or if they were escapes from reality that I no longer need… You’ve given me something to ponder.

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    • I’ve written about crafts before. I can enjoy them briefly, but you can’t really do most of them like that. They’re expensive to set up properly. And you need room to store supplies. Maybe they were escapes during my younger years… good point. I’d rather just read now. 🙂

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  5. Funny how time changes things…anxiety is on the up up up as I get older, which is too bad.

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  6. I used to do enameling and still have some little boxes and i look at them and remember how much I enjoyed making them . But I will not be taking it up again. I have a needlepoint cushion done my my Aunt and it is a treasure as she is long gone now.

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  7. Those were the days before internet! Lots of time.

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  8. Find books the hardest to get rid of…

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