While cocooned at home like an oversized baby bundled and swathed under layers of fleece with one too many steaming cups of lemon-ginger-honey tea, I decided it was time to get up and make. Yes I’m nursing what you’d call the winter flu, but the inner me who can never sit still or do nothing, decided that it may be a good time to uncloak the dust cover off from my Toyota sewing machine after a long, long, hiatus. But you should be sleeping, my body protests. I suppose so, but is there any greater therapy for me than ‘creating’ to haul me out of this tissue paper avalanche misery?
First things first. I’m not usually much good at sewing but I do love dabbling in fabric crafts that no poor soul has to wear. I’ll let you know when I’ve finally made my first wearable fabric-something. Meanwhile, trimming felt with my shears and chug-chugging away at the sewing machine has been wonderfully therapeutic. Methinks I ought to sew more than I bake. Zero calorie therapy as compared to baking sweets (apologies to my family who might disagree).
I’ve always had a soft spot for the hardy cactus and probably could’ve gotten a real one except this one I sewed out of felt is perfect for more reasons than one. I think it embodies one of my philosophies of life and how I raise my kids i.e. learn to thrive under the harshest circumstances but never hurt anyone. This fabric cactus says all that, doesn’t it.
I have to say I’m happy with it. It isn’t perfect-looking but has that slight wonkiness that is the beauty of anything handmade. If you were one of those ‘purists of felt material’ you might frown at my machine stitches or even find it sacrilegious…but c’mon, who has the time for blanket stitching by hand! My making mantra is ‘forget rules. do what makes you happy and what works for you’.
Ah…finally a potted indoor plant I can’t kill. I feel better already.
…”Yet upon its nest of thorns, snare of hooks and razor spines, is born once each year, a splendid flower”.