two steps back...
when i made the decision to take more time for my own creative interests, ideas flitted through my mind at a rapid pace... when you finally decide you can make anything you want, how do you choose?
especially when there are so many possibilities
and as always happens with thoughts, one leading to more, i found myself reflecting on all the creative pursuits i have come to love
from there, it was only a hop, skip and a jump to thinking about where it all began... such a journey it has been
i can't remember a defining moment, nor a specific craft
rather, it's more like a montage you would find playing out on a movie screen
zoom in on mother's button box...
...pan to my first and only sewing box
a birthday gift from when i turned seven
it sits on my work table, open, filled with all my various needles
it came with a metal embroidery hoop and a white cotton dresser scarf that had embroidery transfer designs at each end; baskets of flowers, to be stitched with pretty threads, the whole thing trimmed with scratchy yellow lace
i laboured over it for years...
knitting at seven, patchwork at eight, sewing in eighth grade, crochet in ninth
and of course there were people... the ones who entranced me with the work that fell from their hands
the clothes my mom made for me... the pink and white poncho, the dresses
my best friend jessie's grandmother that taught me how to bead and work with leather when i was seven and eight... all my allowance went to beads that year...
|doug's baby mocassins made by a yukon elder|
muriel, the neighbour lady that sewed pyjamas for her daughters, embroidering wynken, and blynken, and nod on the yoke, singing with her beautiful voice the whole time
the patchwork quilt my mom made for me out of baby and maternity clothes; muriel's mother showing me the right way to join fabric together when i was trying to make my own
on and on it goes - a lifetime of memories, of people and of the things they made
inspiring me on my journey with needle and thread
and so my first "step back" will be to record those stories, using stitch and words to create a song-book of needle and thread
remembering the past, re-interpreting old loves with new techniques, combining and binding the past with the present, adding blank pages for the future
my story, wrought with my own hands