When I was a little girl, I loved the book ‘Elephants don’t sit on cars’ but then I loved anything elephant-themed… and I still do! I was confused about the phrase ‘the elephant in the room’ because I had so many elephants in my bedroom that they were always an immediate talking point with my baby sitters and friends.
You may be asking where I am going with this. Well, there is an elephant in my sewing room. It sits on my pile of stashed fabrics. It looms large each time I have photographed my stash for the Stash Diet or just re-folded some fabric to tidy the pile.
The elephant, in this instance, is a piece of hessian partially adorned with denim rectangles and a plastic carrier bag of cut denim rectangles.
I’m normally a completer-finisher but this half-hearted rag rug project evaded me. Finally, last week, I decided that I could not ignore this obvious discussion point any longer and consulted my husband on the matter. We talked about the elephant in my sewing room, the one sat on my pile of fabrics.
You see, once the elephant in the room had been spoken about, my husband was very good at helping me to get to the crux of the problem. He made me realise that even though I’d invested many hours cutting denim rectangles and prodding them through the hessian, I had still many more painstaking hours to go. He probed whether I still wanted a rag rug and I confessed that I didn’t think it really fitted with our taste for interior decor. Finally he asked why I was keeping it and I realised it was because I felt I had to finish it. He told me I didn’t have to use my hobby-time on anything that I didn’t want to do.
And he is right.