Last week I dashed off the equipment list and course description for a weekend class I'll be teaching at Arrowmont in Tennessee in October. Arrowmont holds a special place in my heart because it is where I first started taking myself seriously. Period. Though I was still fresh from a crushing divorce and working only part time (the employment market in Iowa City was ridiculous at the time) I took out a small education loan to finance a two week class with an embroiderer whose work I admired. That class made me feel I could accomplish something with my stitching, the teacher became a mentor, and I made a life long friend in Teresa. It was a leap which, seemed unlikely to bring a return on such a considerable risk, but set the course for the rest of my life.
So it is incredibly satisfying to get a note from a woman from last January's class from the north shore of Chicago, "You would be pleased to see people embroidering small stories at meetings--you planted hearty seeds."
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