Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A New Perspective on Waiting

My recent introduction to freestyle embroidery has definitely given me a new perspective on waiting.

So, when Middle Son came flying down the hill on his scooter, hit a large rock, went sailing through the air and landed unceremoniously on his wrist, it was hard for me not to feel just slightly giddy.

No, no, no, it's not what you think!! Definitely not giddy for the fall or the pain. But giddy at the anticipation of waiting.

You see, the way I see it, that's 30 minutes in the waiting room, 30 minutes in the exam room, and another 30 minutes waiting for the doctor to read the films.

Which adds up to a full 1 1/2 hours of total guilt-free stitching away. No distractions. No being pulled away to plunge a toilet or settle a Lego dispute or make the dog get off the couch.

And this is exactly why I marched into the orthopedist's office with a smile on my face and my dorky little embroidery box under my arm.

As we embarked on the first half hour of waiting, I finished up this wonderful little stripe-y line, all fat with satin stitches.

People in the waiting room peered as only the terminally bored can in a waiting room.

Right on schedule, at almost the 1/2 hour mark, we were ushered back to radiology. I started in on a delicious satin stitch swirl, punctuated with French knots. Middle Son was beginning to get fidgety.

As we hit the 1 hour mark, I was full into the French knots. Middle Son's legs began to bounce up and down and his arms began to twitch. This is a child who lives in motion.

At 1 1/2 hours, I made the last snip of the floss and transitioned to a pretty little scattering of fabric flowers. These came from some left over fabric, I backstitched around the flowers and then snipped away the extra fabric.

And now a doctor appeared. She prodded, she poked, she touched, she twisted. She said she was the intern. The doctor would be in shortly.

This little sprinkle of flowers makes me smile!
Middle Son began pacing. He complained that the room was driving him crazy. I saw the look of a caged animal in his eyes. I began a small lecture about the importance of bringing something to do with you when you know you have to wait.

And I continued stitching.

The intern popped in again. She said she had thought of some more questions. Hmmmm. Clearly there was something amiss. We discussed past injuries . . . past sports involvement . . . past girlfriends . . . past homework. How much more could we discuss? How much more could she stall?

My neck was starting to cramp, but I started on a lovely full rose made of mounds of French knots. If one French knot is to sigh for, a whole pile of them is positively to swoon for!

At a full 2 hours, even I had to admit that stitching has its limits. Middle Son was now draped across the doctors rolling chair, zooming himself across the room and around the tight corners. I tucked away the embroidery, slowly rotated my neck and tried to refocus my eyes.

Mercifully, the doctor entered. It was a sprain. Nothing even showed up on the films. Here's a wrist brace. So good to have you here. Enjoy your evening.

Middle Son sprang for the door, gulping in the cool air of freedom. And I smugly tucked my embroidery box under my arm.

I had just spent 2 1/2 hours at the doctor's office, and for once I didn't feel like I'd been robbed of my time.

And, so, when Youngest Son's orthodontic appliance snapped off his tooth the next day and we headed out for an emergency appointment, I was smiling . . . and my embroidery box was under my arm.


  1. This is soo funny to me!
    Because just the other day it occurred to me that if I can hold it together through these early years of entertaining young ones while waiting I will have an entire new world open up to me while waiting.
    Then I will volunteer to be the one at dentist/doctor/music/soccer etc. appointments.
    I have been longing to finish chapters in books and complete essays I want to write.
    Maybe I'll pick up stitching by then too though!
    Just one more reason that I love to read your blog . . . . hope for the future!!!

  2. LOL! Oh, how I could relate to those endless doctor/orthodontist/dentist visits through the years. Love the color scheme you're going with on this sampler. The scattered flowers are way fun. I'll stop short of wishing you more "waiting room" stitching time....so glad to hear that it was only a sprain. Boys and casts and keeping it clean never occur together!

  3. LOVE this!!! hahahahaha SO funny.
    Can't wait to see what else you make in your waiting time. It's lovely!
    Wishing your son a speedy recovery...both of them, actually!

  4. hilarious, adorable...go girl :)

  5. Shelley, read this post earlier and can't stop laffing. Just too funny.
    DH is have a surgery Friday and I'll be hand appliquéing and knitting to pass the time.
    You ARE NUMBER SIX so - extra chance ! ! !
    This is the only way I have to reply to your mail so had to post it here.

  6. What a cute post...and lovely stitching! Hope your son recovers speedily.

  7. Your post was a delight to read! I am so glad your son is doing fine. Thank you for sharing your authentic self (as usual) .......I can see it now....just looking for that next unexpected moment to bless us with time to stitch. Last night my husband said you are gonna have to get a new piece of fabric that one is almost full! I love your piece. I will share more of mine soon....... Stay safe!

  8. This was an awesome awesome post...pure love!! you are kindred, indeed.