I put the creative part of me aside to prepare for the classes I was scheduled to teach and for the remainder of June, all of July and for the first eleven days of August I have not picked up a piece of cloth with thoughts of doing something daring, bold, creative, interesting, inventive and wonderful with it. Putting sleeves on one of the last quilts I finished way back when does not count. This I did on Sunday just so I could find out if my thimble still fit and if I remembered how to thread a needle and to see if I still knew how to turn on my sewing machine.
Color is everywhere I look, the house, the garden, the stores but I didn't realize it was going to be this hard to get back in the groove.
Despite me telling my creative self that the vacation is over, my Muse keeps saying it isn't.
Today as I walked past my studio space. I wasn't inclined to enter. There was nothing there that beckoned me. No pieces of fabric scattered around. No composition in any stage of completion was pinned to the design wall. The lights were out and I realized I missed being in the space and in the place within myself that finds joy in cloth and color and creating.
So I walked in and picked up and put away some of the stuff I left laying around and some stuff that the other people in my house left laying around. I unfolded and pinned a dye painted piece of silk to the design wall. When I finished it a couple of months ago (or longer) I liked it, but it had been so long, I couldn't remember how it was suppose to be oriented. ( vertical or horizontal. So I turned it several times until I was pleased with the way it looked. But I found, I no longer REALLY like the piece.
What was I thinking when I thought it was done back then. Maybe it needs something added.....
Maybe I should just start something new....
I went into the garage and cleared some of the clutter from my wet work space, but despite the mid 70's temperature with no idea of what to do, I felt no desire to linger and just putter.
Maybe I should just sit in my favorite chair and finish the shawl I have been knitting for the last two weeks and bask in the fact that despite having had ice cream more times than I can count and want to admit to having consumed while I was away I still lost weight and I am now down 63 pounds from where I started.
More jeans and shirts for the Goodwill.
Yesterday and Saturday was tax free days here in Missouri and with that knowledge I thought I would go in search of bras. I hate buying bras. I hate trying them on. I hate that you have to try them on because there is no uniformity in sizes from one brand ans style to the next. I hate the fact that most of the ones on sale were padded when God knows I don't need any more padding. I hate that I did not find, not one that fit like I thought it should. Was there anyone in the three stores I went into that asked, "Can I help you." NO. Did I buy any. NO!
Are you getting the feeling that this is a duh day for me, its cloudy, I woke to rain, flashes of lightening and distant thunder.
Duh day or not, I'm going to suck it up and go knit.