Besides moving this summer there's another, bigger, game-changer looming on my life's horizon. Life will be different come autumn leaves and apple butter. To prepare, I'm over-compensating: finishing projects I've started, projects I've only dreamed about.
My brother gave me a sari after a trip through Southeast Asia. The fabric is beyond exquisite. Lustrous gold embroidery flirts across a field of forest green that abruptly blushes into a bouquet of plum wine.
Upon opening this gift, I immediately swathed myself in the sari--a disaster because (1) I was wearing a sweater and jeans underneath, (2) the fabric is too long for me to wear in the traditional style, and (3) despite growing up with multicultural influences, I don't know how to wear a sari properly.
So the fabric, yards and yards of luscious beauty, ended up folded compactly and stored out of sight. But never out of mind.
Occasionally I sketched dress designs. Sometimes I peaked into the box to reabsorb the vibrant colors. Yet, I hesitated. Starting a project allows for the possibility of failure. As my mother warned: cloth once snipped, always snipped.
Also, I hate sewing.
Is that really the sewing machine you are using? It looks antique. Can't wait to see how the project turns out.
ReplyDeleteYes! I borrowed the antique sewing machine to finish some cloth Christmas present bags in January and still hadn't returned it. It's amazing that the machine still works--it's more user-friendly than any electric one I've ever tried.
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