How many dresses do a woman need?
Plenty, of course.
With that slogan in mind I returned to the sewing machine.
Months ago I cut a dress, 1940’s naturally, in a dark blue linen-cotton mix. A difficult pattern it turned out to be – and wrong was I when I sew the collar. My mother, the teacher and weaver, gave me a tough homework. Almost every stich was wrong!
I fear I have lost my creativity and inspiration. All my energy is spent on moving and working and nothing is left for crochet or sewing. I know I have to merely wait but what if everything is gone?
I have had glimpses of joy though. I crocheted a cross for a ring as a birthday gift.
And tonight I forced myself into painting parts for rings using white paint for a change.
I guess somewhere inside of me I have a will to create, but when will it be unstoppable and full of energy?
I have a corner of my own in our new house! Sewing machine, patterns, books and fabrics are at last getting proper space.
Us moving from Solna/Stockholm to Uppsala has been an enormous journey. I am exhausted by all the planning, packing, unpacking of boxes but finally we are landing (that is why the blog has been so neglected, sorry). Still though every room is a mess…