Sunday, November 21, 2010
Without meaning to come over melodramatic, how did I breathe before I started making? With shame I admit, nary a piece of literature has held the attention of this bookworm-in-a-past-life. Not since a Google search four years ago: Knitting-Cast-On-How-To. But what was the passion or the thing that made me do mini victory dances, or rant a mile-long string of swear words when things went to hell in a handbasket? Not a clue, although I was much better at sitting still and giving over to a movie without the crafty multi-tasking. Much better at getting out and exercising (simultaneous crosstrainer and cross stitch anyone?).
I’m spluttering this all out with a quickened pulse, because I’m still on a high from the Thing I made last night. It started out as screenprinted, tea towel, mini-catastrophes, which I have had my eye on for some time. I was vaguely aiming at a Cushion Thing (because, let’s face it, a Quilt Thing is way too much commitment) and I had Rosalie Gascoigne wafting around in the back of my mind. Which is embarrassing to type, for I am no Rosalie but her work has always made my heart go thumpety thump.
It was all quick and speedy and thrown together and then edited a bit and then accidentally mixed up again but I didn’t care and the thing that excites me ever so much, is that I am SO excited, that whatever this Thing, this Scrap of Textures Thing is, it makes me want to sing with hundreds of exclamation marks!!!
I just typed a whopping three exclamation marks and you’ll just have to let your imagination run WILD for the rest.