Sometimes it takes me a while to get round to finishing things. Eight years ago, pregnant and desperately seeking distraction from all engulfing nausea, I started weaving some pressed strips of fabric and promised myself I'd make something fantastic that would be enjoyed for years to come. The woven strips were secured together with a lot of ironing and a whole lot more wonderweb; I was still convinced sewing machines hated me back in '02. Amazingly, I ended up with two rather pleasing woven panels which were largely useless but looked nice.
I kept one of the pieces for myself (currently residing in the loft - shame on me) while the other piece went to my Mum. She placed it proudly on her sofa arm and admired it a while and then (to her mortification and my shrieks of laughter) she spilled red wine on it and hushed it away affrontedly into a drawer while we pondered how best to clean it.
Last weekend I was searching for sewing inspiration amongst my remnants and there it was... enticingly half finished and Daffodil sunny, peeking out from behind a bag of curtain tape, waiting for an evolution, Mum's woven panel made mine again by her sad passing. It's now a cushion cover - all stabilised with real stitches, a history of its own and a comforting future ahead. It's a sweet reminder of my Mum, my daughter's journey into the world and some of the stories that have woven all three of us together in times gone by. Truly precious, to yours truly. Here it is playing artistic homemade pillow pile up with it's friends...........
I kept one of the pieces for myself (currently residing in the loft - shame on me) while the other piece went to my Mum. She placed it proudly on her sofa arm and admired it a while and then (to her mortification and my shrieks of laughter) she spilled red wine on it and hushed it away affrontedly into a drawer while we pondered how best to clean it.
Last weekend I was searching for sewing inspiration amongst my remnants and there it was... enticingly half finished and Daffodil sunny, peeking out from behind a bag of curtain tape, waiting for an evolution, Mum's woven panel made mine again by her sad passing. It's now a cushion cover - all stabilised with real stitches, a history of its own and a comforting future ahead. It's a sweet reminder of my Mum, my daughter's journey into the world and some of the stories that have woven all three of us together in times gone by. Truly precious, to yours truly. Here it is playing artistic homemade pillow pile up with it's friends...........
Sometimes I see something simple and fantastic and can't wait to get stuck in. That's exactly what happened when I saw a totally cool Valentines Day sachet on Whip-up.net I didn't have any felt in my stash but, itching to produce something on the back of fresh inspiration, I decided to go on some sewing adventures with the lightweight sheets of funky foam the kids like to chop up. So far I've made husband's Valentine's day card and am working on what I anticipate will be the first of many sachets as per the brilliant Whip-up.net instructions. I've ground to a halt at the section that requires me to get the iron out. I'm hoping this mental block will pass soon so watch this space and enjoy the eye candy on the Whip-up tutorial meantime.
3 comments:
your cushion looks great, very professional. Now, obviously Mr M is not an avid follower of our wonderful blog!?
enjoy your lovely cushion heather.
Cheers you two.. :)
Elaine I'm thinking that since I'm not yet a delighted recipient of an Aesthetica magazine subscription or the proud owner of a muchos cool wood/leather bracelet it is safe to assume Mr M is not an avid follower of our blog. How dare he. I shall address this problem immediately. Or on the 15th of Feb.
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