My life has slowed down a bit since moving and settling down in the suburbs. As I look for part-time work and take care of Grace I've had some time on my hands for creativity! So I sewed a purse. My newest creation is exciting for me. Other ventures into domestic projects have always ended in unfinished products and a desire to never look at the thing again e.g. scrapbooks, knit blankets, you get the point. It's my theory that I leave a lot of things unfinished in life. This was my chance to finish something despite obstacles, frustrations or *gasp*! imperfection. So onward I pressed.
I was cautiously optimistic when I went to the fabric store with my mom (who is an amazing seamstress and probably could have put this purse together in a couple hours). It was a couple weeks into the project that I actually got around to the sewing part. By this time I was very proud of all my neatly cut out, ironed and interfaced fabric pieces thinking I was on my way to the perfect purse. Then came the actual sewing. Lots of seam ripping, pin pricking, expletives under the breath, and feelings of inadequacy all ensued. The real challenge was not biting my mom's head off when when she kindly offered helpful tips of the trade after I bellowed upstairs that "I messed up the machine". In the final moments of purse making and the grand finale of turning the bag right side out, I had a moment of joy. I really completed this purse; I like sewing; I love creating. I had finally completed something! For me a monumental moment, for my mom, a walk in the park. But we all have to start somewhere.
Posts
