So… I promised myself I would write about my makings during the summer, after all the rush had quieted, but I couldn’t.
I got in a dip. After 5 and a half years of rushing myself to draw all the models, make all the work pieces, draft and sew my own models and be judged by the experts, I was totally in a rut. I couldn’t even sew for about 2 months.
Sewing is an outlet of my daily life. It is a creative outlet, but also the moment I can be by myself, talk to other people (mostly women) about my ideas and creations, and just forget about the problems around me and mine. At those years it was a way of not thinking on how our fathers were getting old and how far away I was of my father in a daily basis. It was a way of investing my energy in something good, making me forget I could not visit my husband at the revalidation center at any moment I wanted. It was a way to simply be away of my troubles.
Fortunately husband was back home very quickly and because he invested a lot of energy in it, also in perfect form.
Fathers passed away and even though life went on, sadness prevailed.
I finished my course with good grades and two beautiful coats, but I was totally burnt out. I could not sew for a while. I could not think about sewing things myself, even though I still thought about it all the time. Reading books about sewing, still looking at different models and just longing to go back to it – without having the energy for it. So I let it go – allowed myself the time to heal and to enjoy it again. It took a few weeks, almost two months, but it came back.
After a completely non-sewing July, August was a good month, with an alterations challenge hosted by Mia from @sewnorth (Sew North), which slowly put me back on track. It still took me some time to feel motivated again to go completely back to this hobby I’ve learned to love and simply took over my waking hours.
I love to sew. I love anything related to sewing. When I started sewing I thought all the basting and thread marking was a bit too much, so I decided I didn’t need that. Until I realized how much of a difference it makes to be careful, mindful and precise in your making. Not only it saves you a lot of time, it also gives you a wonderful result. Always. But I had to go through the not precise phase in order to give the more mindful way of sewing it’s great value.
I hate ironing, but started giving value to constant pressing. I’d rather have results quickly, but learnt to enjoy the process of slowly basting and thread marking. And more and more I want to learn different processes and techniques, even if they don’t really have any practical use in dressmaking.
I’m still more for dressmaking, but I think I’m ready to try other makings. I have an old backpack I love, that is getting too ratty for me to use. Not only stitches are coming out in places, the fabric is tearing apart and I’m afraid things will start falling off. So I’m planning a remake. I don’t have the fabric for a new one, but I’m looking for it. While I don’t find it, I’ll tear the backpack apart, being careful in reporting all the steps backward, so that I can put it back together after drafting the pattern from the old one.
I’ve also started to test more actively. I’ve managed to test a couple of patterns in the last few months and hopefully will be able to test more in the future. I will be writing my first post for the Minerva.com (@minerva.com) blog shortly. I just need to finish sewing in the buttons on my Cashmerette‘s Harrison Shirt.
As the time passes, I’m also getting enthusiastic about writing again. First for this blog I’ve been neglecting for quite some time, but also for myself. I have many stories in my head I’d love to put into paper, and I never find the time or the energy to write. No more. As I go back to sewing I find my creative juices flowing again, in all directions. I think about sewing, but I also think about drawing, drafting models, writing stories and so much more.
The sky is the limit and I should just fly away with it.
So let’s go back to it.