The first cut I made felt like a stinging stab.
I’ve had a love of vintage textiles for as long as I can remember. I’ve bought them for years at auctions, flea-markets and yard sales. I’ll admit I’ve pulled them out of the trash too.
It is early morning and I have piled my kitchen table with baskets and boxes of old quilts, blankets, dresser scarves and odd remnants.
This box of vintage trims came from a box lot I purchased at auction in the past year.
Someone lovingly folded and pinned together these remnants. What was their story? Were they a seamstress or a crafter, like me? I’m never so neat with my bits and pieces.
The light is low as I sit at my kitchen table and begin to carefully cut apart my pieces. I have mixed feelings about it. On one hand my heart hurts to cut these items apart. I know that someone years ago, stitched them with care and precision. On the other hand I feel like I really want to bring new life to them. They are torn, stained and worn with years of use. Yet, I see the beauty and the possibilities.
Cutting and sewing the many pieces is like working on a jigsaw puzzle.
I wait for each flower, button or lace trim to speak to me.
Anyway I thought I’d share my recent creative pursuits. For now, I’ve made heart and wonky oval-shaped pins. Bracelets are next. I’m in the process of getting my web page back up and I plan to list these for sale in the future.
When the creative muse speaks to your heart you have to go with it.
But first, I have an intruder I have to deal with. As usual Boo just goes with the flow and isn’t the least bit concerned about a rooster in the house. He’s such a good dog.
the journey awakens the soul