(I'm starting a new "up-cycled" shawl project)
(It will be a sister to my first Alabama Chanin-inspired shawl)
(Made entirely from recycled t-shirts and many hand-stitches...)
I like to have a sewing project that I can flop across my lap at the end of the day and quietly get lost in my stitches. Big sewing projects at the sewing machine are something I also adore, but there is something so simple and satisfying about having a creative project that is quiet, transportable, and also lap-sized.
I used to feel this way about knitting too. There's something meditative about the act of creating without the use of a machine. Don't let me fool you-- I proudly take part in my life via laptop, I revel in the features of my digital camera, and I love my portable Singer sewing machine--but I am equally swooned by the quiet act of a thread and needle. Or a pencil and notebook. Or the way ink lifts from a linoleum block when it's been printed by hand.
I think there's a different resonance in work that's been made entirely by hand. Not that there's a hierarchy, but just a different frequency or story or sound. I like to think the stitches actually hold stories about the lives of the people who made them. I like to imagine the thread marks are like tiny letters or symbols or codes dashing across the fabric, telling us stories without ever saying a word.