Wednesday, February 19, 2014

A piece of our work

Community work is so incredibly open-ended that I've felt very comfortable calling my time spent on crocheting and knitting for various projects "Work."  Like some qualitative jobs, I have to be content with never knowing how my "Work" is received, and whether or not it gains the desired affect.

Last Friday, Valentine's Day, I hit out early to randomly pepper our neighbourhood with pieces of my "Work" -- specifically small crocheted hearts with a tag saying, "you are loved" on each one.  In walking around later that day, and in the days since, I haven't seen a single one still out where I put them, which, I think, means we can safely assume that at least a few went to good homes.  But, really, I'll never know.