My sewing machine is jamming up. Ugh. It might be because I’ve been sewing my face off lately. That’s a weird expression but it seems appropriate. I’ve been making new clutches and selling orders by the boat load. I’m so, so grateful for the business. Even though I spend almost every moment of free time sewing and shopping for things to sew, I’m never unhappy. It feels so great to be busy. All I can think about is sewing. It’s starting to take its toll on me. I’ve got callused fingers, pedal foot cramping, wonky eyesight after staring at the tiny stitches for too long and my appearance is in a state of disarray – highlighted by dozens of stray threads all over my clothes and belongings.
But now that my machine is freaking out at me, I’ve had to just sit here. Not sewing. It’s weird. I’ve done everything I can feasibly think of to do to fix it. I’ve got tons of jewelry to make so it’s not like I’m wanting for things to do. But you know, instead of sewing I’ll sit down and write about sewing.
It’s been a while since I posted about my sewing projects. Here’s some recent stuff:
I’ve had a lot of fun experimenting with new fabrics, textures and shapes. Someone recently told me that sewing was my “art”. I said, “No..no! I just make bags and stuff.” But after some convincing, I think they’re right. I used to sculpt, paint and draw quite a bit when I was younger. I loved it. I put charcoal to paper and created something from almost nothing. Something with expression and meaning. While bags don’t have the same “soul factor” as I’ll call it, it’s still a form of artistic expression. A yard of fabric, with a few cuts, folds and hems, becomes something functional and darn adorable.
I even find myself going through the same stress as I did with my drawing and painting. Painstakingly evaluating, erasing, adding, straightening, and perfecting what I’ve done. So while it may seem like just a little bag, it’s a bag that this lady spent a lot of time figuring out how to make. A bag that I personally developed, approved and created. So you know what, I’ll stop telling myself that I just make bags. From now on, I’m a designer, creator and pretty darn good sewer. That’s something I should be proud of. I’m so blessed to have the ability/resources to express myself in this way. Thanks to all you who have been so supportive!
Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow y’all! I hope, whatever your circumstances, that you’re able to spend a few moments recognizing the gifts in your life. Don’t let the hoopla of Black Friday detract from the beauty of being thankful for what you already have.
After much troubleshooting, the problem with my machine was determined. It wasn’t threaded correctly. Ha! (Any sewer will laugh at this). I obviously needed a break for a while. What was worse was my husband watching me while I discovered what the problem was. I tried to pretend like I hadn’t discovered it (it’s so simple and obvious it’s embarrassing)…but he caught on. He was gracious and said nothing, only smiled.