Sewing has been my obsession since I was 5 years old. And now, approaching my 70th year, it is dearer than ever to me.
I have sewn through divorce, widowhood, deep grief, poverty, desperation, long nights of the soul and great joy.
I sewed after my cataract surgery using two, yes two pairs of OTC readers on top of each other. A bit murky and fuzzy, but I was sewing. I tried it as a turned edge, but couldn’t see well enough! So I switched to raw edge and made it through to crisp vision by the time I finished. I took my first try at micro quilting in the middle.
Now my challenge is greater as I, like many people, have been diagnosed with an auto-immune disorder in the Rheumatic family. Yes, I am “coming out” as a sibling Rheumatic.
I can’t bend over and keep my balance, but I can sew. I can’t baste my king size quilt, draped patiently over the quilt stand across the room. I can’t stand or sit for long stretches, but I can keep sewing and going if I take frequent breaks. Sit, stand stretch, repeat. And walking up and down the stairs for my breaks is good for me too.
When the stairs are too much, I can watch wonderful videos, learn new techniques, blog, communicate with other fabric artists around the world and plan future projects.
Sewing is slower now and will be into the future as my treatment plan is a “long term” haul to improved health. Could that possibly be a good thing? Speediness is not an essential characteristic, I am finding, to my sewing joy. If anything, I feel more focused and more grateful than ever that sewing is my constant companion in life.
Adaptability and learning are the key. Adapt techniques, learn new ones. Expand my repertoire of tricks and tips.
The Secret Garden quilt I started this summer is the perfect intensive, long term project to take my brain away from worries, pain, brain fog, medication side effects and uncertainty. I need to be more careful about where I am in the pattern, measure and count slowly and deliberately, make check lists and triple check everything. When I flub, I will begin again, grateful to still have this work before me.
I will sew here, I will sew there. I will sew most anywhere.
In a closet (did that decades ago in a tiny apartment), on a table, where ever I am able.
Fast or slow; machine or hand. Fabric thread and needle are my merry band!
We are reinvented throughout our lives. Young, then old; thin and thick and back again. Pretty, plain; slow or quick. Nimbly, tardily; clearly, foggily. And just to show the universe…pink hair.
Happy sewing to all! And I will see you next week, slow sewing and blogging!