She watched with a knowing smile as I gently folded the shawl and put it in the garment box.
"It's hard for you to let go of them when you made them, isn't it?"
She was right.
The shawl was beautiful on her. It looked like I'd made it for her. As I say with so many of my hand spun shawls, this one was one of my very favorite shawls. It was Eve's lacy grey mohair, some of it over-dyed with rose, mauve and burgundy, more of it natural, woven with a soft rose ribbon. The fringes were medium length with the ribbon and mohair intertwining. It is a lovely shawl.
And she loved it, it is perfect for her. But still, it is hard to let it go.
As I've grown as both as a fiber artist and a shepherd, I've learned to price things not only where they need to be to sell, but also where they need to be to comfort my heart. My head knows I can't keep all the things that my hands weave, and it knows that we need income to feed all the critters who grow the fibers I love to work with, but my heart yearns after the ones I let go.
She knew, and that made it even more special.
I did make that shawl just for her, and I'm glad she bought it today.
"It's hard for you to let go of them when you made them, isn't it?"
She was right.
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| Evie's Ribbon Shawl, sold 10/30/11 |
And she loved it, it is perfect for her. But still, it is hard to let it go.
As I've grown as both as a fiber artist and a shepherd, I've learned to price things not only where they need to be to sell, but also where they need to be to comfort my heart. My head knows I can't keep all the things that my hands weave, and it knows that we need income to feed all the critters who grow the fibers I love to work with, but my heart yearns after the ones I let go.
She knew, and that made it even more special.
I did make that shawl just for her, and I'm glad she bought it today.
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