Have you ever had a project that seemed endless . . . and you liked it that way?
I have been making fabric yoyos for just about two years. It began as a portable project, born from a long airport delay when I had nothing to do.
I hated having nothing to do so I created a little kit to make yoyos, with no long-term plan for them.
The fabric yoyos became a constant in my everyday life.
The yoyos have gone on many trips with me.
They have become part of my evening routine, as I did my stint of 10 a night, every night.
Many of them were sewn at a table with members of my weekly sewing group, a project that could be done amid lots of chatter and snacking and pleasant distractions.
Somewhere along the way, as people continually asked me what I was going to do with the yoyos, I decided I would make a coverlet for a daybed we have on our porch. I made a diagram on graph paper and did the math and found I would need over 1300 yoyos.
That number was daunting but I liked it that way. I liked making yoyos and didn’t really want to stop. The yoyos were a comforting part of my daily life.
I figured 1300 yoyos would take me far into the future . . .
But then, recently, I made an assessment.
I had reached my goal of 1300 and surpassed it.
I was dismayed! Truly, I was a bit undone.
So I measured the daybed again and found that what I needed, really, was to make the coverlet bigger! I needed more yoyos after all!
But, now, I’ve completed even those. I have about 1500 fabric yoyos.
They weigh over 3 pounds.
They are cute and perky and . . . finished.
They need to be sewn together.
I’ve been working on a system for sewing the yoyos together and it’s slow going.
In sewing the yoyos together, the project becomes less portable, more unwieldy, altogether less fun.
I miss making yoyos.
I suppose I could simply keep making them and piling them up but the practical side of me scoffs at that idea. They need to be made into something; they need to have a purpose in life.
So I will keep sewing them together and make the planned coverlet and report back to you when it is done.
And I’ll be on the lookout for the next comforting, soothing, endless project . . .