I know . . . it’s been forever and I will explain it a little but just not this morning. This is the teaser:
If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading – Lao Tzu
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined – Henry David Thoreau
Put your ear down to your heart and listen hard – Anne Sexton (via Quinn McDonald)
Each is true and each is what I am thinking about . . . as well as working full-time and spending an extra 2.5 hours a day commuting in my car.
A recycled jersey, now a dress for my granddaughter – a little hand-sewing (so unlike me) and thinking (too much like me)
Now . . . I’ll be late for work!
There is a small bear on the couch complaining that it feels neglected – such whinging you never heard from a bear!
I washed both bears’ clothing and started darning the moth holes in one bear’s pants – before I knew it I was running amok with embroidery thread. I managed to stop myself short of adding beads and sequins as I think the bear, formerly referred to as he,was about to undergo a gender reassignment operation for which I don’t have signed consent. It now looks decidedly androgynous.
Well, the mended bear has a friend who is feeling out-of-sorts – I am being accused of neglect! He(?) has very plain clothes and is beginning to insist on a make-over. He doesn’t mind his worn face and paws, however he feels a little bare and would like to have some jazzy clothes to wear just like his friend. I though at first he said he felt a little bear and told him to leave his friend alone but he soon set me straight. He says that just because he’s getting older, that’s no reason to be drab and I must admit I feel much the same way.
small bear number 1 – before, as a boy bear?
after being mended – with friend
The pink arms are the fabric the body is made from – I seem to have misplaced the green jacket that, although stained, is to be replaced along with that stunning, perfectly matched, pair of buttons in the photo. If I can’t find the jacket I will make some wonderful sleeves out of the same blanket ribbon I used for the bow. The second bear, as you can see, is looking a tad grumpy.
These bears could both end up without an identifiable gender but I’m sure they won’t really mind too much.
how I darn moth-holes – is there another way?
I set out to do a sympathetic restoration but somehow . . . I’m reasonably sure my mother, who made the bears just over 35 years ago, would approve.
It feels a little strange being back at work full-time – I’m tired too. Living in a different city, good trains running nearby in the night (although I know I’ll get used to the sound very soon), having to work out where the best supermarket is, the petrol station, where can I get a decent coffee and a sandwich for lunch etc. And then there’s the art supply stores – I guess Lynette from All of Me will help out with this as it’s her city and she uses a wide range of materials!
So what would you take with you for a few nights away, when you know you’ll be tired in the evening and need to just wind down a bit? I took a small watercolour Moleskine, black pens and watercolour pencils and crayons. I only used the first two items!
What would you take away with you when you know you’ll just have a small amount of time?
I like my deliberately wobbly spirals, I have to fight being too tidy so these were fun – maybe I’ll add some colour.
Next week I’ll repair the bear my mother made for my daughter – at about 35 years old and much loved in his younger days, he’s looking a bit worse for wear and somewhat moth-eaten as well!
According to my grand-daughter I am only allowed to do minimal restoration work - there's to be no new clothes or updating of his image!
I’m really chuffed (very pleased) that Jeanne has a sense of history and that at 7 years old, she values this little bear as something her great grandmother made with loving care so just restoration work it is.
This one’s for you Diana, thanks for the post today!
Whenever I hand stitch anything, I invariably lose a needle somewhere and you can guess how I find it. Pretty predictable eh? So I now use a pincushion – and not just any pincushion. This one is from Thailand, I bought it in a local market from a woman who spoke no English (and my Thai is somewhat limited). It is made entirely by hand out of recycled materials and I love it. It reminds of my years living there, the wonderful friends I made and the travelling we did together – just by looking at a pincushion I know I’m truly blessed.