I’ve had a beautiful Bernina Sewing Computer, purchased for me by my parents, for many years now, but I’ve barely used it because–quite frankly– it scares me. It’s smarter than I am, and intimidates me with its superiority in all things sewing.
I really want to be crafty and I think that I have a tiny amount of natural (obviously inherited) talent, but I’m impatient, easily frustrated, and have an unfortunate habit of cutting corners when it comes to technique and being a tiny bit slipshod. I’ve tried crochet (too hard), knitting (ok, but I can’t seem to get past garter stitch), quilting (too fiddly), tie-die (too messy), weaving and spinning (oy vey, don’t get me started on how hard), and cross-stitch (too many moving parts). Lately I’ve come to the conclusion that embroidery is my craft. Unlike the others mentioned, I find it soothing and fun. I can take my little bag on the train and work on my projects during my commute. Most importantly, I enjoy it–something that cannot be said for any of the above. The trouble is that I’m finding that, when my projects are done, I still need to do something with them! That is going to require that I make peace with the Bernina and let it teach me what it knows. To that end, I’ve been sewing up tiny projects that function as practice homework. Mostly I’ve been sewing straight lines. Today (at 9am–1.5 hours before I needed to go to work–please see the character flaws listed above) I decided to design and sew a case for my phone, Goldilocks. Yes, I name all my devices. So?! Anyway… the final product came out better than could be expected, but not exactly as I’d envisioned. What do you think?
The little strap is too wide and doesn’t actually close on the button, so I’ll probably have to rethink that. You should know that I hand sewed the strap to the bag while standing in the middle of the kitchen with a thread-obsessed cat climbing my leg. I don’t think it’s too bad– all things considered.
I have many more dates scheduled with Bernina-Elizabeth (what?!), and I’ll keep you up to date on my progress. I hope to pump out a few Xmas presents this year. We’ll see…
My husband’s birthday is coming up. He’s rather difficult to shop for because he is basically the anti-magpie! Sparklies do NOT attract him. Where window shopping for hours is my heaven, it’s his hell. Luckily, he finds it amusing that I have to pop into every gift shop and curio store we encounter in our travels.
Aaaanyway… I finally ended up embroidering a little dice bag for him.
The King Rat has special meaning for him, so I hope he likes it. I think it turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself!
So I went looking for a pattern for a phone case today, and I ended up resurrecting the Pinterest account that I created ages ago and then abandoned immediately. At the time I found it boring and pointless, but things seem to have changed because I just spent several hours honing my “boards” and finding people to follow and “pin”. In the past I’ve snobbishly regarded Pinterest as social media for old ladies. What does that say about me?!
I see that it’s 12:12 am, so I guess I’d better go to bed and ponder my life choices.
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.