I grow old learning something new every day. Solon
RUDE Girl spent years believing creating things was for other people with artistic talents. I watched my mother sew out of necessity, not joy. I did not like a sewing teacher at high school, and remember a lime green gaberdine skirt that was never finished or worn. I cannot remember getting any help with it at school or at home.
However, I can remember making my home economics apron and cap. I guess I learned some hand and embroidery stitching making these items.
My senior school years were filled with English, maths, language and science subjects. I went into professions that were not related to the creative arts. There are no regrets and many benefits, however now it is time for me to use my hands to make, maintain and/or repair.
Maybe it is being around RUDE Boy that has brought out in me my need to make. He goes to his shed to tinker, and I want to go to my studio to tailor [of sorts]. Or maybe it is just my time to move from healing hands [nurse, wife, mother] to creative hands.
Whatever it is, there is a pull to create and it is very strong. Gosh, it may even be the realisation of my own mortality, and wanting to leave a legacy [i.e. the gifting of RUDE Boy’s sashiko jeans to a museum of 21st century oddities]
Last week I decided to teach myself machine darning. I had never tried it before. And with all the repair and mending I am embracing, it was time to stop procrastinating and darn well do it! So, as this blog’s title suggests, I had a darn day. And of course, I was keen to share my experiences. Here is the link to the darn video.
Beat The Man and darn well believe you can!