A week ago, this is what I woke up to....
pretty, but not what you're wanting on the first day of Spring
lots of ice still on the lake and the feeling it just wasn't going to warm up at all
I didn't even mind that I had to go to work that day....
my creative dry spell is still somewhat upon me so I have been puttering away at special orders
this mauve and taupe heart is one of them
I never mind making these
little bits of fabric and little bits of thread
not a lot of time, and something pretty at the end of it
I think this is my new favourite colour combination - I love taupe and smoky purple together, with a splash of fresh ivory
old buttons and old ribbon just add to the charm
and I finally did something with that gathered lace
the simplest thing really...
heavy cotton canvas cut in a heart shape
a smaller heart traced inside and the lace tacked along the lines
I didn't even turn the edges under or anything
I just have to add a hanger and it's done
I've been thinking a lot lately about creativity and what it means to me.
I've spent years, decades really, making things, trying new crafts and learning new skills and then either selling or giving away those creations. Sometimes I would make things for myself but at the end of it, decide I really didn't want it after all... it was the joy of creating it that I wanted, not the thing itself. And it was easy to let them go...
and I have learned that it isn't so much a collection of things I want,
but the joy of learning how to do them
one thing I always wanted to do was make little books, write stories in them and do the illustrations - little story books for my kids
I always liked writing, learned how to make books many years ago, but the illustrating part stumped me
I have no gift with a pencil
two weeks ago I got really tired of that so I signed up for Christy and Junelle's Art of Wild Abandonment class and I now have my very own sketchbook
The other night, sitting at the table, sketching radishes and cupcakes and so on, I had the most fun I have had in a very long time. As I was playing with the cupcake sketches, ideas started flowing - not from my brain to the pencil, but backward, from the paper to my head
I started seeing fabric cupcakes, fusible web and fabric knots
(seems I'm not done with those things yet!)
and I felt as though the weight was lifting and I could breathe lightly again
and it was finally Spring