...after! i turned some old denim and some floral pieces from extra fabric, into this cute travel bag for virtually anything small! it’s about 6 inches long, and lined with denim on the inside as well! •
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These three littles are up for sale! They’re all 5 inch hoops and really super cool.
“Killin’ it” is bright & fun. $15! ——————————————
“The Tree” is all free hand- I didn’t draw it on before I started stitching. An homage to the transition from fall to winter. $25!
“Stay” - flowers and feels. $15!
Message me if you’re interested! Will ship anywhere in the US!
DAY 500: OH, I DO LIKE TO BE...
Yesterday, my partner, dog and I took a trip to the coast, visiting a pretty fishing village just under an hour away. We tend to get stuck in a rut, doing the same thing day after day, and it was something different to change things up. I’m not saying that work didn’t come with us, because it did, but it came with less urgency and the permission to relax. 🏖
So instead of working constantly – head down, not looking up: I sat and watched the world go by, appreciating the novelty of the scenery and the joy of being outside. And while I was still glued to a chair for the most part, careful, despite my desire, not to overextend... I could still smell the sea and see, albeit it through umbrellas and table legs, the ribbon of water and sand. 🏖
In celebration of this and also because I have been keen to use yellow for a while now, I couch a silver hoop and four sequins in the space above my zebras head. The hoop looks like a lemon slice or half a tennis ball, the sequins floating seed pods or bubbles in a glass. I add the word 'joy' as an afterthought as the thread is running out, because even when we are feeling low and empty, there are things to thank. 🏖
Feeling brave and emboldened, I switch to red: adding the word 'cells' to the space beneath my zebra and the word 'pneumonia'. And, then: seven tiny hearts, like flags on a kite or bits of bunting. The word is all about rest and recovery and rebuilding what needs nurturing. And the hearts are a statement and a promise of self-love. 🏖
There’s a lot more colour now, and a part of me is sad that the soft, dreamy peace of the pastel is lost. But there’s strength and power, too, for which I am happy.
DAY 499: THE ROOT OF WHAT ISN’T RIGHT
You know when you get a feeling that something isn’t right and you feel it in your belly, like a twist or a jab or an anxious, unsettled flutter? Well, I get those a lot and I tend to mostly ignore them and, afterwards, I’m always annoyed because they are mostly always right. This morning was a perfect example. 👩🏻⚕️
As part of the follow-up for my pneumonia aftercare, I have to have regular blood tests: this is because someone my age should not to get so sick or be so easily susceptible. So I woke up early, forfeited breakfast, dressed, left, walked, drove, arrived and entered... and I knew right away that it was going to be a disaster... and, yet, I stayed: ignoring the cold disposition of the nurse, her dishevelled, distracted appearance and her reluctance to look at me in the eyes. It’s all very well to object openly if you’re a five year old. But if you’re an adult and you’re forty, you’re supposed to stay put. I stayed and behaved, to the chagrin of my body, and the result is a hard, grape-sized swelling on my inner elbow and a very tender arm... and it all just feels like insult to injury, one thing after another piling up, no sooner the first difficulty conquered then the next coming along.
Because it hurts and I feel fragile, I sew gently today, covering two sequins in my favourite variegated rainbow hue thread, carefully extracting the pink, purple and blue from the yellow, orange and green. It’s fiddly but I like it because of the distraction it provides, combined with the opportunity to vent. My sequins are vessels of disappointment and rage as well as floating fantasies of revenge. 🧛🏻♀️
Next, I lay down a 'b', 'l' and 'd', so that, together, they spell out the word 'blood'. Blood to mark the giving. Blood to mark the pain. Blood to mark my desire to dig deeper until I reach the root of what isn’t right. And a reminder, each time I see it, to have more faith in the thoughts and the feelings that come unbidden.