I took out my old fabric scraps & sewing machine!
They'd been in a closet for 8 years.
A well meaning friend, who saw my frustration with
stitching, taking out stitches,
stitching, taking out stitches,
stitching, taking out stitches,
swear, swear, swear,
suggested, "Maybe you are just not a quilter."
I am also not a dancer.
I am slower at learning moves
than other people.
Quilting & Zumba dance have cognitive steps
that are hard for my type of brain.
But they also offer me a flow of movement
and joyful expression. I love them!
(I am also not a writer,
it takes me a long time...
And yet, I love it too.)
A saying on my bulletin board:
"The harder you work for something,
The greater you'll feel when you achieve it."
So why am I sewing?
• I love going from chaos to order.
• I love spending hours with the fabrics,
touching them,
arranging & re-arranging them.
• Soaking in
the colors, the colors, the colors!
• By experiencing the process,
I see & understand
others' quilts with more depth.
I love the tools.
Recently I even bought a few new ones
at our local sewing/art shop,
Fiddleheads, curbside.
I love the way sewing connects me with my dear mother,
who helped me to learn to sew.
And who loved sewing clothes for me.
And with my peer group women friends.
And with the memories of my jr. high girl friends
when we were first learning to sew.
It was a happy time of camaraderie in Home Arts classes.
Do schools still teach Home Arts?
I love that I can sew gifts for friends.
The above "hot pad",
with my first time using interfacing,
was a gift to a friend using colors I know she loves.
I have even made some masks for friends,
in "their colors".
This staying home time has given me
the gift of Home Arts.
And the gift of time to be as slow
as I need to be.