Can’t do attitude

Sometimes I demonstrate spinning in public places.  It might be part of an historical reenactment, or a craft fair or some other public event.   

When I do, inevitably at least one child will come up and ask “can I try?”  I let the children come around the spinning wheel, put my arms around them, and guide their hands while they draft the wool, and I treadle.  After a couple of minutes, I take the yarn they just made off the bobbin, let it ply back on itself and give them their “first yarn.”  

Just as inevitably, at least one adult will watch me for a while and then say “I could never do that.”    Never do this simple thing that humans have been doing for thousands of years!  I smile and say “Sure you could, if you want to.”  They shake their heads and go away.

So here is this: there are all of these children, convinced they can do anything, and all of these adults, convinced they can do nothing. So when does this happen - this “can’t do” attitude?  When and why does this happen?  How do people get to be so broken?  

I don’t have the answers - I’m just throwing this out there.  That the future of all of us depends on getting over this - on changing “I can’t” to “I can.”  Because we have some really big problems to solve, and attitude’s kind of everything.  

Meanwhile, I can spin, and I can weave, and I can share that with anyone who thinks they can too. 

Baby sitting on a woman's lap, weaving.

Even babies can figure out how to weave!

Esther Benedict
I always knew I would weave. From the time I got my first potholder loom as a child I was enchanted with taking thread and making it into cloth. It took another twenty years, though before I finally got myself a real, grown-up loom, and another twenty years after that for me to decide to make weaving part of my livelihood. I enjoy most fiber arts, including spinning, dyeing, sewing and embroidery, as well as weaving. I haven't give up my day job - I'm still a law firm administrator, as I have been for about thirty years. I like working for lawyers - they're smart, demanding people who keep me on my toes. I keep them organized. I live in Oxnard, California with my husband Bruce, a dachshund named Rosie and a Siamese cat called Bijou.
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