Not long after I woke up this fine Sunday morning, I found myself thinking about my crafts from the past.
I haven’t owned fabric in over 8 years and counting. But that doesn’t mean I don’t think about it.
I remember touching fabric to feel the cotton softness. And I recall thinking up craft projects and bringing them to fruition. But that was quite some years ago.
Below is an arrangement of photos from when I lived in the little blue house, which was about 11 years ago.
Sadly, I don’t have hardly anything now that I had when I took these photos.
When I moved to my former apartment, I was in this walking boot.
So I either gave away or sold most of what I had so there wouldn’t be even more boxes to move.
I have none of the fabric you see or any of the furniture.
Missing Sewing & My Crafts From The Past:
I miss all those sewing things. Fiercely.
I want to walk into my office and see a little section with all my pretty sewing notions there in front of me.
I miss the cute my little pin cushions with the pins sprouting out of them like flowers emerging from the soil.
My carefully ironed and folded fabric material was just waiting to be turned into something special.
And my box of lace and rick-rack was there for me to gaze at. I could stand at the door and look at all my sewing notions to get an idea of what kind of project I wanted to begin.
I really, really miss my embroidery floss in every conceivable color. Because embroidery is a skill I truly love.
I wonder if my arthritic hands could handle a bit of embroidery?
Oh, how I loved embroidering and appliqueing and crazy quilting!
But then you have to use your thumbs to do all that, and my thumbs are pretty beat up now.
I miss it so much that I’m tempted to order a few fabric fat quarters and see what my hands could possibly handle.
But I doubt if I even kept any embroidery floss. So I’d have to order that as well.
I can just imagine myself sitting here and watching TV perhaps, with a needle in my hand dipping in and out of fabric.
Or attaching bits of lace to a cloth project.
Old Apartment Craft Area:
At one point in my old apartment I even arranged and set up a small craft area in my living room. But I never got around to using it.
I guess I recalled my crafts from the past and wanted to recreate that time again.
You know, I ordered one of those simple and small sewing machines at least 6 months ago.
I thought at the time I might at least use if for mending torn seams. But I haven’t even taken it out of the box.
Maybe I could manage to sew and stuff a small heart-shaped pillow. The kind you tuck into a basket, and then add bits and bobs to it.
I think they call those little stuffed pretties pillow tucks.
Just maybe, I will try. I don’t know how well I could use scissors to cut fabric. It’s hard to use scissors when your thumbs barely work anymore.
But maybe it’s time to find out.
I could at least try to think up a little spot for sewing and notions. That might be a fun project in and of itself to do.