The creative and spiritual journey of a (textile) recycler. . .

I have thought about starting a blog for a long time now. I just couldn’t seem to get started. I thought. . what would I say, what would I do and really . . . . . who would care.

Last year I had the great fortune to witness a ‘happening’. As a spouse at a reunion (I know, groan) I was both an observer and participant. This reunion was attended by some of the most creative and talented people on the face of the planet. Really, no exaggeration! But many were holding onto life long insecurities. They didn’t think they were talented enough and embarrassed to perform in front of each other for fear of . . who knows . . . finger pointing, whispers, laughter, ridicule of some sort for sure. Once it was revealed that many shared the same feelings, the healing began. And I was the lucky one. I got to witness it all and benefit as well.

So, the message is that we all think we are not good enough compared to someone else, but we are. Don’t let your fears and insecurities stop you. We can’t measure our own success by someone else’s talents.

This revelation and the kindness / support of strangers has propelled my creative journey to a place I had given up ever getting to. Tho I thought my creative juices were dried up forever, they have merely been reawakened. Many thanks to all involved in my process, including in-part . . Victoria B, Mrs. W., Charles Mc., Claudia H, Mary B, Cindy G, Sandy B, Traci B., Kat C, and my IAA family. So, thank you. I dedicate this blog to all of you!

Friday, December 7, 2012

Flea Market Friday

To me, any place you find a treasure can be considered a flea market. My newest find was after an estate sale. One of my sewing club ladies passed away very recently. What a lovely women. She had a bright spirit, a warm smile and a sparkle in her eye, always. Before each meeting we had a big hug and a chat and if we were lucky enough to run into each other somewhere out and about, we always pulled up a few chairs and just sat and chatted more...

After her passing, her daughter held a sale, then allowed the group to come in and just take what was left. As you can imagine, a lifetime sewer had a lot of stuff any fabric addict would go gaga for. I had been on the hunt for a tall folding screen or something of similar ilk to hang small quilts on for display. I have been attempting to show some of my work lately, but increasingly frustrated trying to find just the right way to display little art quiltlets. I don't like them looking all messy and forlorn just hanging all askew and lifeless. 

So I have asked the Universe to put something usable in my path. Well, to my good fortune, my request was answered. There was a screen sitting in the corner. The fabric wasn't going to work for me but that was easy enough to swap out. So I happily carried my treasure out and began to furiously try to figure out what type of fabric I had for the panels. I had a few yards of black felt purchased for a project that I hadn't started yet. Oh geez.. here we go...

So I quickly measured up the space. Then figured out if I had enough felt. I did!

So I quickly cut the felt, stitched some strips down at the top and bottom, threaded dowel rods thru and voila!

It still needs some work, but for a quick fix, it's a start ....

1 comment:

  1. Your screen makes a beautiful display unit! And the fact that it folds up for transport - even better.