Of friendship bracelets and fake-typing.

Way back in week 3 of Change by Design (oh my goodness, check out how long I’ve been a student for already!), Jonathan gave us a wee blogging prompt that I keep going back to thinking about.

Think about something you were given, or have given to someone else, and how its meaning has changed from when it was made to now.

At first I couldn’t really think of anything that fit in to this topic, but then after ruminating for a while something popped into my head.

A few years ago, when I was about nineteen, I went through a month-long phase of being seriously into making friendship bracelets – I think I’d found an old instruction sheet from when I was about twelve, and decided that it would be an ace way to use up the ridiculous stash of embroidery threads I’d amassed since then (which is nothing compared to the stash I have going now, by the way!). So I knotted and knotted and knotted, and produced friendship bracelet upon friendship bracelet. And I think I probably just threw away most of them in the end, but one ended up absent-mindedly tied around my boyfriend’s wrist one day. And it stayed there. And it stayed there. And it’s still there.

Well… the original one lasted about two years and then fell off, but I made a second one to replace it, which is still holding strong.

I find it really interesting how something very insignificant can grow to somehow have a significant meaning to someone, and have memories and sentiments attached to it, and I find it especially interesting how that can happen completely arbitrarily. Why does some embroidery thread knotted together now somehow have any special meaning to me, and why can’t I really explain it?

I suppose this bracelet now means something to me because he kept it. I could have thrown that one out with the rest of them, he could have taken it off and thrown it away, it could have fallen off and not been noticed. But he kept it, and when it did break, it was already something important. It had quite quickly become something more than just thread.

People don’t always love the things that are expensive and flashy, I suppose, and often it’s simply the gesture of giving a gift that is appreciated. Rather than reserving sentiments for precious metals and expensive price tags, often it’s just a case of “I love this because it was given to me by [someone].” or “I love this because it reminds me of [something].” or “I love this because [someone] made it for me.”

Bracelet

I stage a good fake-typing photo, don't I?

Someone did once ask if Iain was a Buddhist after spotting it, though.

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I'm Hannah, a twenty-something-year-old textile design student from Scotland. I'm learning a lot, and I want to learn more.

4 responses to “Of friendship bracelets and fake-typing.”

  1. leona says :

    that is the sweetest thing! =)

  2. jonathanbaldwin says :

    Weird… I was given a friendship bracelet when I was about 20 and I wore it till it dropped to bits. Funny how things keep going like that…

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