Since last posting the novel Corona Virus pandemic has truly swept the US. Well over one million people world wide have contracted the virus - at least that is the number tested with positive results. Of all the apocalyptic items taught in Sunday school, I never dreamed pandemic would appear in my lifetime. Wars, yes. Insects, of course. Frenetic and outrageous weather, definitely. But not pandemic.
Regardless of COVID-19, the wheels of the Mandela go around and around.
They are challenging - some go around in a circle, familiar. Some double back; in some I stitch below and others, prepare to stitch from above.
Like the time we are now living through, reading ahead in the directions doesn't prepare me for the actual work of the round. I haven't been there before and simply need to live through the act of creation.
And, like every circle in the world, there is just no way to get ahead, be prepared, see around the upcoming corner.I have spent a good amount of time undoing stitches as well, reinforcing my belief in try try again. There is no shame in failure, backspacing, pulling stitches. This act provides me more practice making the stitches, understanding the construction methods, dreaming and scheming of ways to utilized this knowledge in the next project - the one on the other side of this circle.