Tuesday and Wednesday are my busiest days. I prep and cook and serve a community dinner with a great group of folk but it means I don't get much else done. I chose my spools of thread each day and carried them around in my purse - glancing at them each time I dug for cash, or keys, or cookies. One of them is a shimmery gray. Almost silver but not really. At first, early in the morning, I thought it was a dullish choice but then the sun glinted on it and I did a double take. It was not a utilitarian notion at all. In the right light it was as beautiful as it had been boring without the benefit of the sun's rays. I had almost missed it.
THe second spool held a bright, bold, shiny navy blue. Strong. Dark. It also caught the light but in a HEAR I AM kind of way. It sang out it's color, called my attention to it each time my eye fell into the pockets of my bag, even in the dark recesses of a fabric pouch already stitched together.
Is it better to be a subtle, shimmery light or a bold, brilliant light I wondered. The grey thread could easily be dismissed, even discarded as unnecessary in a clearing out, the navy one not so much. And what about the neons and the primary colored spools in the jar waiting for their day? Is one "better" than another? You choose thread to match the color of the fabric you are using - or to contrast it, but is thread worthy of appreciation on its own?
As I sit at my desk, a jar of thread in my line of sight with no real plan to sew -m well, anything at all and yet, I still delight in the colors, the textures, the spools that the thread is wound around. Purpose is only found when it is put to use one could argue, but alas, isn't bringing joy enough? Whether it is with a shimmer or a shine. I vote yes!
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