My little craft room is a very mess. Yes, a very mess. Thrilled with my success with the pincushions, I thought I’d embark on some applique work. I have zero experience of this craft, but I’ve looked at the work of other people and thought yes, I’m equal to that. So I found inspiration on the net, snaffled up some likely looking fabric and set to. At this point I should say that as well as zero experience, I have zero creative talent. I’m an instruction follower, largely. Nevertheless I hacked away at the fabric and produced what I thought were the necessary bits and pieces and started to sew. The other thing I should mention is that despite having had my sewing machine for nearly 30 years, the embroidery features have never been used. But I bashed on regardless, creating zig-zags here, wee rows of flowers there. I grafted away at it for the best part of two days and I can report with honesty that the final product is a piece of rubbish. But I’ve learned a lot.
I’ve learned that applique, like all other crafts, is a skill learned over years. Not something you master just by waving some fabric at a sewing machine.
I’ve learned that someone who has the artistic ability of a three year old should not be surprised when her artwork resembles a playgroup masterpiece.
I’ve also learned that I’m not really that bothered about the finished article, it’s all about the process. This is true of nearly everything I do.
Most of all though, I’ve learned that childhood happiness can be revived at the stroke of a pair of shears. When I was a child, one of my favourite pastimes involved bits of fabric and a pair of scissors. It kept me occupied for hours and hours, and any enquiry as to what I was up to brought forth the reply “I’m Cutting Up”. That was the name of the game. So I have spent two happy days engrossed in “Cutting Up”. I have produced more or less the same results as I did when I was 7. Why should this be a surprise? No instruction, little reading, no studying the art has taken place in the ensuing 50 years (gosh!) and it’s true to say that If You Always Do What You’ve Always Done, You’ll Always Get What You’ve Always Had. In this case, a room littered with bits of paper and fabric, wee bits of thread stuck to the carpet and a sad looking “applique” heading for the bin. The only thing missing is my Mum who, never one to mince her words, would be demanding to know when I’m going to clear away all this rubbish. Miss you Mum, but your words linger on.
So no photo of applique, but here’s the other pincushion, which also involved a small amount of pleasing cutting up. You can see the little pinholes though, which might mean the whole thing will disintegrate into one large hole over time.