Red Dirt Farm and Studio

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.

xo Kim

the journey awakens the soul