I distinctly recall a conversation I had with a close friend, around a century ago. She had been debriefing after a traumatic day of work, in the intensive care unit, of the local childrens’ hospital. Then she asked how my graphic designer day had been: “Oh...uh, you know the empty white spaces between the letters of a word? Well, depending on the letters, sometimes it looks too big or too small and I have been making them look about the same. It’s, er, called kerning.” Now, not for one minute will I ever make a nurse. But it did put a perspective on things.
The birth of three children and the nuttiness involved with achieving anything half efficient since, has also contributed a smidge extra of that perspective stuff. These days, while still battling with the perfectionist/uptight/control freak gene, I am bemusedly surprising myself, at the balls I'm letting pass through to the keeper.
Recently, I happened across a lovely scrap of fabric that screamed CHICKEN LEGS. Arriving home in time for the witching hour, I chopped onion, adjudicated tired, hungry bickerings and without paying much attention, reached for the back of an envelope and scribbled this:
Two hours later, the bickerings were in bed. I cut straight into the fabric without nutting out a pattern first. Nothing awful happened, the sky did not fall – and you know what? Not worrying is a whole lot of fun.
Below isn’t what I ended up with. The Chickummyjig coming to terms with the egg-laying thing, over on the sidebar, is the first. This one was made for PANDA’s Night Off Night Out. Aunty Cookie has been organising some crafters into action. Incidentally, Aunty Cookie makes that lovely brown fabric with chickens printed on it.