Thursday, March 5, 2015
It's An Art
I have recently come to the conclusion that I am losing touch with
my arsty-fartsy side.
This is a travesty.
No, actually I've just been super lazy for about four years.
When I was a teenager, my aunt and I used to make fun of my sister because she really enjoyed arts and crafts. I honestly don't even recall what exactly it was that she did. I remember some latch hook projects...but other than that, no clue.
We would call her "crafto."
I realize how ludicrous this is now, because I was actually the one who was all crafty and ridiculous.
In middle school...macrame was my passion.
I made so many damn plant holders and wall hangings, I didn't know what to do with them all.
I eventually graduated to fancy patterns, and recall a lovely light blue circular thing with a ceramic teddy bear in the middle.
And my most prized piece: a lovely red fish.
(I am a pisces. Fish are my thing.)
I rocked the macramé. I was a true child of the 70's.
I also painted and cross-stitched, and tried my hand at sewing.
In fact, one summer, I decided to skip the family vacation to the lake, and instead, spend the week at my aunt Betty's learning how to make dolls and doll clothes.
My goal was to make "cabbage patch-esque" dolls.
I had the iron on eyes, and had to hand stitch the fingers and toes, belly buttons, as well as the nose and mouth.
Needless to say, all of my dolls looked like they were those unfortunate children featured in ads that asked for your donations so they could be brought to the United States for some life altering plastic surgery.
Sewing the clothing didn't go much better. I would inevitably end up with one sleeve sewn on inside out, or the seams wouldn't line up.
It was a miracle I didn't sew my finger into any of my attempts at doll fashion.
I walked away from the world of arts and crafts for many years.
(I, rather, just made fun of my sister for doing it instead.)
The magic of homeownership was what brought me back to my "creative roots."
Actually...it really forced me back, since we were always too broke to actually purchase nice things, or to hire anyone to do the work for us...so if I wanted anything to look pretty, it was up to me to make it happen.
I could spend the entire day writing about my trials and errors with all of my projects in our many homes. (Luckily...most were successes.)
It was unfortunate that we lived through the eras that included some rather hideous trends...like stenciling. (I stenciled our second house like there was no tomorrow. It was ridiculous.) And wallpaper. (I am all for some statement wallpaper here and there...but that second house got some serious wallpaper, along with the stenciling. We are talking apples in the kitchen, and a huge overabundance of fish in one of the bedrooms. Completely obnoxious.)
Those were the days when more was more.
I cringe at the memories.
Luckily, I have now acquired some abilities that are actually somewhat beneficial.
Since I hadn't retained any of those sewing skills I attempted to acquire back in 5th grade, my daughter and I took some classes, and learned the basics.
I just wanted to be able to make my own pillows and curtains.
That was one of the best things I've ever done.
I still don't really know what I'm doing, but I fake it quite well.
And, ever since my sweet friend Lori stopped over the other day with her handmade goodies, I have been inspired to sew again.
Here are a couple of projects I have been working on.
Sewing machine cover. (It looks wonky in the pic...but it is actually nicely shaped.) My first time following written directions. (I usually just make stuff up as I go along.)
The start of a quilt that I began yesterday.
Shamrock pillow front
And back....b-day gift for a very Irish friend. ;)
We will not even talk about that stupid button on the front.
I had to sew it on THREE times to get it in the PERFECT spot.
And I HATE sewing buttons.
I am not sure what my problem was, but my "lining up" skills were on the fritz today, and that button took almost as long as that darn shamrock!
Another wonderful thing about spending the day in the sewing room is that I can't see the disaster that the rest of my house is from there.
I am tempted to just move down there permanently.
There is a mini fridge just down the hall from that room, and a microwave, so there really is no reason why I couldn't live down there.
I may have to spend today plotting my relocation.