chaos & creation
Today, I took some time off to stroll across a large market area in the city. The atmosphere was upbeat, because it was the first Properly Warm Day of the year (adding some 10 degrees Celsius to yesterday’s temperature !). I looked into some fabric shops, which is always great. People let you sniff around in these places, usually they are too busy to notice you. Most of the fabrics I find expensive, and I have trouble choosing something – anything – in the end. The whole world seems to depend on it. As in many areas of my life, I let the grand Haphazard pick for me: I usually look for the “coupons”-basket; leftover bits and pieces of fabric, usually big enough to make a baby dress or pair of trousers from, and always cheaper. To pick a truly beautiful, wonderful piece of fabric, fully pay for it and create something worthwhile from it – to achieve all of this, I should Have A Plan. And having to make a plan freaks me out. Sewing is supposed to be my fun thing to do, not to freak out over. I love random ideas and actions. And so, I came home with two strips of pink jersey:
So far, so good. But then, it’s not enough for a skirt. And only using this the pink flower pattern is too sweet-cute-mommy-ish for me, anyway. So I’ll need to add some of the same texture and mix it. I pull out the stretch-box with thin jersey fabrics in it – (my closet actually is well-organized). I take everything out of the box and start having ideas what to do with all of the pieces of fabric. Lots more than making 1 skirt. So I end up at almost 11pm with a tabel looking like this:
Everything on the table, and me writing about how it came to be 🙂
All the nice, inspirational stretch fabrics on one heap…
… and 1 dress and 3 skirts as examples on another heap.
So, here I am now. I should be asleep already, taking good care of myself as I have been doing pretty well since I got the add-diagnosis. Yesterday, I forced myself to read my add-bible – to put it like that. I really should open a googledoc and start summarizing the main points and answering the questions from the book. But, where was I? Ah – by now, I am well on my way accepting that the skirt won’t be finished anytime soon. A good thing: tomorrow the weather will be cooler. Also, I am working on a jeans project for my 8-year-old. It should be trousers with manymanymany pockets ( his wish is my command, as I like these loose assignments; so far, he has always worn the results ), and I am making them from 3 or 4 pairs of used jeans:
…it looks scrappy and unfit for a loose mind to oversee. But this is the stuff I actually love: randomly sewing pieces together and notice how they form a pattern, then putting them in a sort-of uniform shape and see some kind of pattern emerge, after all.
So, of course I’ll have to get back here with pics of the Finished Projects. I am pretty sure the jeans will be completed, because:
1 – my son will be asking about them;
2 – I put in too many hours already not to finish it. My time is too valuable at the moment.
I dream of being able to just put all of my fabrics everywhere, throw the guys out of the house for 3 days and being able to sew and projectize into eternity. Slight problem: after 24 hours of aloneness, I’ll start feeling depressed. Although I haven’t tried this on meds yet. I do not know yet when I’ll be able to test that, but once I have more time on my hands – which is soon – I really hope I can get myself into a structure of sewing a little bit daily. Or one full day a week. Looking forward to it. Good night for now! (Even though it is afternoon in the States at this moment)