|Wiggles are from Fabrics garden, solid is from Metro Textiles|
My husband fondled this fabric, laying on my sewing area, and whispered with wonder, "Wow, what is that?"
"Fabric." I answered
"I get that (giggle), but like what..." He trailed off, kinda amazed by the soft, comforting feel of it. I love the power of something beautiful, and this will certainly be killer. I do have a 20th wedding anniversary coming up.
I've been wanting to say this for a while, and write a great, optimistic post about creativity, sewing, and the fun stores these fabrics come from... but now I offer this as an escape from the madness.
Here's the deal. I've always known I would make a poor athlete, because if I sprained/broke/hurt something, the requirement to play through it would be unbearable. And here we are But this is emotional.
When I think back to big events, I can actually remember what I was sewing at the time, using sewing and creativity as therapy, decorating life with the beauty I craved when things felt turbulent. The emotional equivalent of "playing hurt", I have found it hard to get back in the game, write, and inspire. I've had a very busy schedule lately, and while that has been a good thing, it has left me very tired and quiet on the sewing/design front.
The media has just been a run of bad news lately, and I can't seem to write all of the light, happy stuff I'd like to write, because I just can't ignore the noise.
We're talking about cops, violence, innocent people, violent and angry people, noisy people, tired people...
Is started writing this post, and needed to stop, because...
We added France (the public event turned deadly in Nice) to that.
And now let's add... and then let's add...
I think I've lost count.
As I write this, we are about an hour into a relentless circle of helicopters over the house. I haven't even bothered to check the local news to find out why. I am so... DONE.