Making Makes Me Happy

Whilst sewing has been very much on the back burner at my house we are never not making. Today four of us have been working on this Ikea project. Which either makes Ikea stuff sound really tricky to do (it totally isn't) or us sound really pathetic (we're not). These Ikea Ekets were up on my wall until last week. That's the thing with Ikea furniture, it can be so many things. Three of them had glass doors and three didn't. Today I have removed the wall brackets from them and marked where the feet should be attached. My Bradley then attached the feet brackets. Molly screwed the adjustable feet in whilst Lily attached glass doors to the remaining three Ekets. Now Lily and Molly are connecting them all together to make my brand new console to sit behind my couch. 

That's the thing with making. All of us are doing it all the time - even when we don't know it. We make dinner and lunch and breakfast. We make the bed. We clean and make things right in our house. We make jokes and play around.

Around my house I have been changing rooms and rearranging furniture of late. We have lived in this house for almost two years now. I'm busy making it a home where more making can happen. Happy is my goal.

I've been thinking about records...

 Not black, round records that we used to play in the 70's, but recorded thoughts and musings. I guess they could be on black, round records, but I was thinking more specifically about written records. Over the past year or so I have taken to keeping a journal more regularly. Since my early teens I have kept some sort of journal, mostly very sporadically and occasionally somewhat faithfully. I used to think of this blog as part of my journalling and I think I was always the most regular reader of my blog. (Is it sad that I am admitting that I like the sound of my own voice?) A blog is such a lovely record of your happenings and it can be so cosy to trip down Nostalgia Lane every now and then and read just how you felt on that occasion. Anyway, I have been keeping a journal more regularly which has caused me to ponder record keeping. I say I value record keeping and in keeping with that declaration I want to update this blog more often. I have posted the most recent fabric related photo from my phone. This is me stitching in the Doha airport on the way home from Germany last month. 

It's a well travelled piece of stitching. I take it with me everywhere. I have it sitting in my work bag right now as I sit at work typing this blogpost. It's old. Five years old in fact, so I obviously don't stitch every time I have it with me. (Even if I did one stitch per time it accompanied me I think it would be more stitched than it is.) It was the result of a class I did at Amitie Textiles with Meg Nicolson an artist from Warrnambool. It is one of my favourite classes I have done at Amitie. I'm going to try to stitch more. Just looking at this photo makes me happy!