Quickie Question: Frustration?
Monday, March 19th, 2012By Twistie
Has this ever happened to you? You’re going along swimmingly in your crafts project. The crafting gods seem to smile delightedly upon you… and then in a sickening instant you realize they were laughing up their immortal (and no doubt beautifully stitched) sleeves at you all along. You’ve done something wrong that utterly ruins all your hard work and cannot be undone.
I’ve done it. Chances are you’ve done it, too. After all, we’re human. What’s more, the craft gods and our pet cats never, ever warn us of this impending doom. They just snigger when it comes to pass. Those of you who are dog people, trust me on this: cats laugh at the despair of their human minions.
But my question is this: what do you do when you find yourself in that situation? When you realize that you’ve superglued together two things never meant to touch? When you discover that you’re out of that discontinued yarn just inches away from the end of the project, right where it was supposed to be the dominant color? When you realize you added a cup of salt and half a teaspoon of sugar? When your thread snaps just at the one point where it will be impossible to hide a join or make it strong?
Me? My first impulse is always to throw something… but I usually manage to tamp that down. Most of my tools are fairly delicate and expensive to replace at the same quality. Also, nearly any direction I might throw something in my living room leads to glass. With three windows, a china cabinet, a large screen TV and a desktop computer all in the same room, yeah, too many breakables.
So once I convince myself not to hurl my Swedish full round pillow and fifty bobbins through the flat screen, I still need to find a way to vent. That’s when I pull out the angstiest music in my collection and start howling along. Melissa Etheridge, Alanis Morissette, maybe a couple of Warren Zevon’s best heartbreak songs. Jake the Cat runs in terror up and down the stairs, certain I’m yelling at him.
Somehow, though, after an album or two worth of songs about misery, betrayal, and general honked-offedness, I manage to regain my equanimity. If the goof was bad enough, I might not pull out the mess to dispose of until the next day, but I’ll get there soon enough.
And then I’ll assess how bad the damage really is. Sometimes I discover it’s not as bad as I originally thought. Even when it really is that bad, I can laugh about it again and move on.
I just need to howl first.
How about you? What do you do when it all goes horribly wrong?