From the course, some wellspring of creativity has been tapped (no; wellspring sounds so tame and patient, but you get the idea), and I have samples in stacks (literally dozens) and several pieces done or in progress. I have also followed paths not really part of the course, but I kept asking questions as I evaluated the work and found these solutions . . . More about that another time. The online group is very supportive of one another, very kind. I think that really makes a difference.
Not surprisingly, my penchant for sewing funky clothing has been tweaked. The last blouse I made is completely reversible because I bound all the seams. And I am ready to cut out a pair of Diane Erickson-designed pants with the most interesting lower edges . . . She has a book on sixty ideas for pockets that just came in the mail to me And then there is Jane Dunnewold's Finding a Visual Language to be studied, or should I open Creative Strength Training first? All these decisions, while bowls of bright thread wait for their play-date on my embroidery table.
Fortunately, I am beginning to understand the MIT theory of organizing the day (Most Important Thing), and I don't enter the studio empty-handed anymore; my list is clutched tightly in hand, and though I still chase a few shiny objects along the way, I am not in full chase mode most days. When everything is quiet, when I need a moment to reflect, I take a box of Thrift Store clothing and begin to unpick the seams. That is almost as zen-like as sewing long lines of stitches.
This from the on-going class-- a piece of fabric strip weaving, where I took a leap of faith and decided to use re-cycled sari ribbon strips. The entire process became a nightmare, because nothing wanted to lie flat, to stay where it was pinned, and only densely-packed stitches saved the day here.
Life can still race along in the fast lane, even for a retiree!
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