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The unfinished cross stitch

May 17, 2022

The unfinished cross stitch in a favorite box.

I don’t know why my family had such an affinity for handmade wooden boxes of various shapes and sizes, but I inherited the love for them and their backstories.

One of these boxes, a smallish rectangle with a hinged lid and dovetail joints, made its way through the hands of generations of women on my mother’s side, and landed in mine. My great grandmother kept a lock of hair wrapped in tissue and an abandoned cross stitch project inside the box and I became its caretaker.

I never learned whose head the lock of hair belonged to, but the unfinished cross stitch holds images of GG in her pink bedroom, sitting in her white rocking chair, the material draped over her lap, stitching by the glow of a nearby lamp woven into its fabric.

I’ll also never know why she stopped where she did, on the ‘a’ in the word ‘sake’, right before the next line, Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

She left the needle, still threaded with navy blue floss, tucked into the canvas, ready for her return. Over the years, it detached from the material and disappeared, a rusty imprint the only evidence it existed.

I’ve thought many times about completing her project, but deep down, in some irrational part of my heart, I think if it’s finished, then she’s done, she’s really gone. But if it remains a work in progress, then it’s simply waiting for her return.

I refold it for the umpteenth time, place it back in the box, and close the lid once more.


This is the 46th story in the Objects as Waypoints Writing Project series.

Filed Under: Memoir in Objects Tagged With: the 100 day project 2022, the objects

I brought a knife to a gunfight

May 14, 2022

But I survived

Race bibs on the wall.

I discovered kayaking in the spring of 2019 and spent the summer paddling flat water most weekends with my husband. We enjoyed the sport recreationally, but when I saw the ad for a fun float and race in October, I signed us up.

We showed up at the Big South Fork of the Cumberland River in Kentucky for the 4-mile fun float and race and I’m still surprised to this day; I wasn’t laughed off the boat ramp.

I’m sure there were snickers and whispers. I had brought a 75 lb. monster of a kayak, and it was probably the biggest one among all the sleek boats. I consoled myself I was there for the fun float portion of the race.

Hubs along for moral support.

My husband was there mainly for moral support in his canoe and when the gun fired to start, I was already in last place. He paddled along the bank nearby while I kept a steady rhythm, keeping my eyes on the yellow plastic inflatable in the bend a mile away. The goal was to paddle around it, come back, then do it again.

I reached the turning point and was ready to call it done. I had paddled over 40 miles that summer, so I thought surely I could do 4 miles, but it was just too much.

Wrong boat for the race.

I limped back to the start line and told the official it was my finish line and dropped out. We paddled around on the sidelines and cheered the other racers.

Later, we attended the awards ceremony held at the Whistle Stop Cafe. When the 4-mile fun float and race winners were called, they awarded only 1st and 2nd places. Since there were only three people in the race and one dropped out… Had I stayed in and finished, I would have had 3rd place, by default.

If I had only finished.

But that wasn’t why I entered the race. I had been curious about that world and it scared me to enter, even at a novice level, and I wanted to see if I could do it.

There’s a quote printed on my racing bib, “Don’t live down to expectations. Go out there and do something remarkable.” — Wendy Wasserstein

I keep the numbers pinned to a board as a reminder it’s important to break out of my comfort zone and that sometimes when I do, remarkable things can happen.

Big South Fork River Dash 2019

This is the 45th story in the Objects as Waypoints Writing Project series. Stories 43 and 44 are out on submission.

Filed Under: Memoir in Objects Tagged With: the 100 day project 2022, the objects

The expired license plate

May 12, 2022

The expired license plate.

In the late 90s, I was in transition and untethered. Between relationships. New job. It was a trying time, but I was fortunate to have my friend Eliza as an anchor.

We met through work, but our friendship extended beyond that. Marathon phone calls, vacations together, shopping, recipe exchanges.

One summer, our favorite radio hosts John Boy and Billy, from The Big Show, appeared at the Charleston Regatta in WV to host a concert. Eliza asked me to make posters for the event and when I grumbled, “Why me?” She quipped, “Well, you ARE the creative one…”

It became a running personal joke over the years and then in 2000, when it was time to renew my car tags, I adopted the label on a personalized license plate.

It was the same year I wrote a column, developed my first website, painted a mural, and lived up to the nickname the CREATIV1. The DMV has a limit of 8 characters, so I had to get, well, creative.

I only had the license plate on my car for a year, but have had the friendship with Eliza for 23.

Now the license plate hangs on my wall, and I know Eliza is just a phone call away.

Me, John Boy, and Eliza, Sternwheel Regatta, Charleston, WV 1999

This is the 42nd story in the Objects as Waypoints Writing Project series.

Filed Under: Memoir in Objects Tagged With: the 100 day project 2022, the objects

The studio as an object

May 11, 2022

View from the studio.

Mine began as a junk room and I gave it a makeover. Over the past six years, it’s changed appearance and usefulness, but remains at its core purpose, a home for creative expression.

Having a dedicated spot to honor and practice creative activities has been a life-changing for-the-better experience.

If you can carve out a go-to space for yourself, I highly recommend it.

A place to be awesome.
Studio BE.

This is the 41st story in the Objects as Waypoints Writing Project series.

Filed Under: Memoir in Objects Tagged With: the 100 day project 2022, the objects

The box contains more than 366 objects

May 10, 2022

ICAD cards.

The first few years after my liver transplant, the dormant artist within wakened. Everything was a blank canvas, and I painted in makeshift areas; the garage, kitchen, den. Art supplies and half-finished projects crowded our normal living areas.

In May 2016, I learned of an art challenge called ICAD, or Index Card A Day. The idea is to create something on an index card every day for 61 days in June and July. It’s about sparking creativity and developing a regular creative habit.

I read more about it at Daisy Yellow Art and it seemed like a perfect fit to channel my newfound artistic energy, so I bought a pack of 4×6 index cards and some new pens and pencils (art supplies—yay!) and became an ICADian on June 1st.

One reason I felt comfortable taking part was this message on the ICAD website: “This is about sparking creativity. The work you create does not need to be good — or defined / classified by others as art.”

Exactly what I needed to hear. Every year, there’s a list of optional prompts, and I followed them. The very first card I made was a response to “Mix Tape.” As you can see, I took it literally. I used my creative muscle. It felt great.

First ICAD card, mix tape, literally

Over the next six years, I tried new techniques, stretched my comfort zone, and improved my skills. The best part, though? The connections and friends I made in the ICAD community and the support I felt. I was not alone.

The box I keep may be full of 4×6 index cards, but it also contains things unseen. The fragile first steps of a journey, the courage to begin. Proof that when I show up, I can produce a body of work. And that when I am open to creativity, gentle and powerful changes happen within.

So really, it’s a box full of magic.

ICAD card with acrylics

This is the 40th story in the Objects as Waypoints Writing Project series.

ICAD card, collage
ICAD, hummingbird, watercolors and pen
ICAD, acrylic and pen
ICAD, watercolor, Big South Fork, Cumberland, KY
ICAD cards 2016-2021

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Bex Hall

Her writing has appeared in various online and print publications, most recently in Kerning, a literary magazine, and in the Stories of Hope Collection in Transplant Living. Her artwork has appeared and sold through the Grayson Gallery. She blogs here about creative life and creates in Studio BE overlooking the Ohio River. Her work in progress is a memoir about the secret life of objects.

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