The Walrus and the Embroiderer
“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, the end of Lavender Wings.”
It has come to my attention that Linda at Lavender Wings is taking down her designing shingle. She explains, “…internet piracy and declining sales have made it impossible for me to continue to produce and sell charts….”
Oh, no!
Most of the comments and discussion I’ve seen relating to this latest loss focus on internet piracy. It’s a problem, to be sure. Some stitchers think they’re doing each other a favor by scanning and sharing patterns online, but that’s a short-sighted view. Will the stitchers still think it’s a favor when all their favorite designers are out of business?
But it’s the other part of the sentence I want to address here. I haven’t heard anyone discuss this part: declining sales.
Okay, so this one is a little harder to discuss. Who’s the Bad Guy here; who can we accuse and blame?
Fewer people are stitching. Avid stitchers are stitching less or stitching different kinds of things. More people are designing. Designs are smaller and coming out more frequently. The market simply cannot support the number of designers and designs out there. So no one’s to blame, right?
Who, me?
Or maybe we’re all to blame. We, the consumers, choose the products, manufacturers, and stores that get our money. Our dollars are votes: those who receive them are the ones we elect to stay in business.
Not long ago, a stitcher said to me, “Oh, I don’t buy patterns anymore; I can find more free patterns on the Web than I can stitch in my lifetime.” I assure you she wasn’t talking about pirated patterns; she was merely referring to the scads of widely and legally available freebies.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Not a thing.
However, we should acknowledge the consequences of our choices. If we’re not willing to pay designers for their work, they will stop doing it. If free designs are what we choose to support, eventually, they may be all we have available.
Hmm…let me think.
So, what will it be today? A caffeinated frou-frou bevvie? A fast-food lunch? Two hours of movie entertainment at the local theater? Or hours of entertainment with a new kit by your favorite designer? Or maybe two of those kits so you can share the fun with a friend?
How do you choose to spend your money today?
“Oh, designers,” said the Embroiderer, “you’ve had a pleasant run. Shall we be charting something new?” But answer came there none. But this was scarcely odd because they’d retired, every one.
Acknowledgements
Opening and closing stanzas adapted from The Walrus and the Carpenter, by Lewis Carroll, with thanks to Mr. Jacobs who challenged me to memorize it in sixth grade.
I couldn’t miss Baby’s gimpy front leg. Long-term, short-term, injury, birth defect…beats me. I just know the calf is limping. Bummer.
See how the back legs drag?
It just so happens that a man is photographing the birds and iguanas and scenery. Catching a hunt and kill is rare for a part-time photographer. It’s a thrill to see nature in action. He understands that nature can be harsh, all animals need to eat, and his job is to watch and record, not interfere.
Later, the gimpy iguana emerges. It drags itself to the house wall, stopping for a bite of banana the man has set out. With the strength of just its two front legs, it hoists itself up the wall and over the ledge to the warm dark space beneath the upper deck where dozens of other iguanas are already settled for the night.
A bookmark from the 2010 collection of the Redwood Stitchers
The bushes around the house are loaded with fat green berries. I am on a mission to use the remaining 2009 blueberries in the freezer–a surprisingly large quantity, imagine that–to justify hours and hours of picking next month.
The recipe I used, however, was called “Blueberry Clafouti,” which makes perfect sense when you consider that’s the phrase I Googled. I’m interested to see what I get when I search “blueberry flaugnarde.”
If this idea catches on (what’s the point of dreaming small?), that will be the name of my new blog or, what the heck, multi-million dollar business: The Craft Whisperer.
Hey, you like what you like; I like what I like. Leave me alone.
Dive right in!




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