I am participating in Kat McNally’s April Moon 14, a two week reflective writing challenge. Each day, Kat sends an email with a single word prompt to spark some time during the powerful time between the total lunar eclipse and the full moon. Participate with us! The prompt for day seven is
What feelings does this word evoke? What sorts of memories does it recall? Which of your senses start to tingle? How would you represent what this word means to you?
When I think of texture, the first thing that comes to mind is my mother and grandmother and all of the sewing they did, and my mother’s case, continue to do. My grandmother and my mother were raised in rural Missouri, and in that time and place, almost every woman was taught to sew. Particularly with my grandmother, if she wanted clothing, she had to sew it. Both she and my mother sewed many of my clothes when I was younger. When I was older, my mother sewed a wondrous prom dress confection my sophomore year of high school, and fittingly on this the second anniversary of my wedding, I mention that she also made my wedding dress – a lovely tea length affair in satin with a chantilly lace over-lay. All of those fabrics with their varying weights and textures, rooms filled with different cottons, wools, jerseys, knits, a few fancier more fine materials. There were also hundreds of skeins of yarn in my grandmother’s home. She used them to make all sorts of things that were useful and beautiful. Practical. My mother crocheted as well but usually much more delicate things – some beautifully delicate and intricate table clothes and doilies and other gorgeous things. Varying weights, different textures, different feelings. All of these different textures used to create both things of beauty and things of great practicality, some times in the same article. My mother quilts gorgeous baby quilts, and although her hands don’t hold up to hand quilt them the way she used to, when I gave them as gifts, people were always stunned by how beautiful they were – afraid to actually use them for their intended purpose. She always assured them that they were in fact designed to be used – were 100% washable and that people should not be afraid to allow them to to be somewhat abused. All the same, she started putting hanging sleeves on the back for those who were too afraid to put them to use. This thing about texture – it makes our lives richer and fuller. We move through our lives and for the most part, our needs are met. It is the texture, though, that gives our lives color and flavor and makes it so much more interesting. Without texture we have little to sustain us, little to keep us moving through our days, little to distinguish our lives from the lives of those around us. Texture gives us interest, transforming those things of practicality into things of beauty. What does texture to mean to you?