I have been reflecting on a wide range of topics in the last few days. Some relate to crafting, and some to the influences that have shaped my life. (If you want to skip the musings bit the crafting bit with pretty pictures is at the end!)
When I started this blog I thought it would be a great way to record my sewing adventures, to market my wares, and to join a community of like-minded people. So far I can say I can tick each of those boxes. What has changed is my head space. With my return to work and a new role I have had to continue my (life long) journey of finding the right balance. So sewing gets priority over blogging, kids get priority over sewing, etc. I suppose what I am saying is forgive me for fewer posts, and for less focus on creating new things. There will be a time when I can return to the way I want to blog and craft and market my wares, but for now it is a little erratic.
One of the things I have been musing over is how I have come to a point where all of a sudden sewing ‘clicks’ for me. I am confident in knowing how to fix errors and in understanding how they occur, but am also confident to send my ‘made’ goods out into the world, without getting constant reassurance from the recipients (both purchasers and gift recipients) that they are happy with what I have made. This is such a change from how I have lived some other parts of my life that it is quite liberating. I suspect it is to do with that other life long journey of getting comfortable in my own skin. Believing in my ability to do this means that I don’t need reassurance – I can just ‘do’ for the joy of doing.
Listening to different pieces of music in preparation for my trip this week to Bluesfest (5 days of music festival with no children – wow) has taken me on some trips down memory lane. One of the great joys of music is that ability to transport you to another place and time. This time I have been taken back to my first year of university and residential college (by Led Zeppelin and the memory of boys sitting around playing air guitars and air drums). While at the time I thought I was living this mature independent wild lifestyle (yes – I am completely aware of how nonsensical that is now) I look back with the maturity of someone more than twice the age I was then and am horrified at my acceptance of the culture of bullying, alcohol, and male domination that defined that year. I understand how it happened – I was a 17-year-old girl who had been educated at a Catholic girls boarding school, who found myself in another part of the country in a co-ed college, with a bar on the premises, and experiencing complete culture shock. I tried to be independent for the first few days but found myself changing to fit in very quickly. I look back and understand why my parents were so worried about me! What strikes me in hindsight was how so many intelligent young women let the ‘men’ (who off course were boys – most no more than 20) set the rules and run the show – who was ‘in’, who was ‘out’, etc. I posted a comment on my private Facebook page about flashbacks from the music and realized that the flashbacks weren’t necessarily fond memories but memories of a time of confusion and challenges and changes. Of course I can’t regret most of it – it shaped who I am today – but I will be working very hard to give my children some different perspectives to take forward into life with them so that they might have some different choices about their experiences. (As a side note I failed my first year of university and was therefore ejected from the Medical Faculty – probably a blessing in hindsight as I have enjoyed my career in the law and think I would have made a shocking doctor!)
While I could sit here and muse for hours more, there is work to be done, sleep to be had and camping supplies to be prepared. So instead I will share my second version of the Tova tunic – I added two little buttons to this one so that I don’t always have to wear a singlet underneath. This gave me the chance to use my automatic buttonhole function for the first time – how easy is that?? I am so impressed! There will be buttonholes galore from now on!
A round-up of the rest of the week/weekend? A library bag and music bag were made. An impromptu strip patchwork pouch to carry a gift card was made on Friday night,
and my two girls graded for their purple belts in Taekidokai – the martial art that they all study. I was so proud of them – the eldest for working so hard, and the artist-in-residence for keeping on going even though she was sick. I had tears in my eyes watching her do her situps while an instructor signalled to me that she had a lot of heart to keep going as she did.
And now to prepare for the week ahead. I may not post before Easter due to travelling, so I hope that you all have a safe and happy Easter, and are able to have some time reflecting on the purpose of the holiday.