Here’s my story. When I experienced a glitch in the piece I am weaving, I decided to drive to A Place to Weave for some help. Believe me, I needed help, novice that I am. The door to the studio was locked, but when I looked in, there was Beth, the owner, tidying up behind the scenes. She came out. “I don’t open until 5, but show me the problem; maybe we can fix it.” And she did just that, in fifteen minutes, right there on the porch. Then she sent me home to weave away until I am ready to take the piece off the loom and learn to apply the finishing touches. I was very grateful!
When I was quilting I experienced this same generosity of spirit. Perhaps it has to do with working with one’s hands, perhaps with creating something; definitely with the memory of times when we were helped by someone when we were a novice. Helping seems to become woven, or stitched as the case may be, into craft people. Worth giving it a try