parallel thoughts in a web universe

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continue to amaze me – the theory of quantum physics boggles my mind.

Often it happens that I read another person’s thoughts (blogging words) to discover that I could have written the thoughts at that exact moment.  How great it is when another person write my thoughts even better!

At the exact time I told myself that I – need to, want to, have to, must improve my sewing skills, I read this statement. Those close to me know that I dislike clothes-shopping. I dislike paying exorbitant prices for clothes (obvious because of the latter sentence), and if you haven’t read the linked-statement, now is the time.

Well, I’m not going to hung myself by my own tongue, pen that is… but I am going to focus on improving the afore-mentioned skills. And yes, I have started – a warm-up exercise: sewing napkins.

string of hearts or is it hearts on a string?

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I met Ceropegia woodii in The Virgin Gardener – only to find out that it is a native plant of my own country! Laetitia Maklouf’s beautiful photograph convinced me to invest in one of these lovely succulents with tender trailing stems and heart-shaped leaves. After phoning ten nurseries, and glad that I didn’t rush off to the nearest one, I found two tiny hearts on a string (did I mention that the plant is a native of our country?).  It looks beautiful all year long with the additional benefit of being a succulent.

To sew or not to sew – an update

or rather a serial. This time please read “sewing tips needed.”

I am making curtains. How many rooms, you ask? One room only, I answer. ‘Tis not so bad, you answer. The room has four windows, big windows – I answer with a soft please help me voice.

I bought 35 m (roundabout 38 yd) crushed velvet. I like its plainness, its texture, and its otherness. And this otherness carries a not so easy to work with price. I’ll have to baste all the seams by hand before I do the sewing – with an ordinary machine. Albeit, I’m looking forward to it! 

I welcome all tips.

Handecraft

Handecraft: Middle English for handicraft. The dictionary defines handicraft as

  • skill and facility with the hands
  • a craft or occupation requiring skilled use of the hands
  • an object that is crafted by skilled hands.

I am not gifted in the “skilled hands” area.  But I love learning. Latent yearnings towards newfangled learnings surface in my life like clockwork. And, as one dictionary comically reminds us  –  a clock is a machine of great moral value to man, allaying his concern for the future by reminding him what a lot of time remains to him – thus, or is it alas, I yearn to learn something new, well – like clockwork.

This time it is quilting, African quilting. The only requirement for the class: the ability to sew straight stitches and zig-zag stitches.

“I can do that,” she said to herself. So she joined the class. She doesn’t want to be the expert quilter.  The steady and deliberate journey from ignorance to competence is the battery for her clock; the thrill of “getting there” is what makes her life tick.

Are you gifted in the “skilled hands” area? What handecraft do you enjoy doing? Do you yearn to learn new things? What makes your life tick?

 A busy man complained one day:
“I get no time!” “What’s that you say?”
Cried out his friend, a lazy quiz;
“You have, sir, all the time there is.
There’s plenty, too, and don’t you doubt it —
We’re never for an hour without it.”
—Purzil Crofe
 

   

To be or not to be

Subtitled: To sew or not to sew

To sew, or not to sew, that is the Question:
Whether ’tis Nobler in the body to suffer
The pins and pricks of forgotten needles,
Or to take Armes against a cupboard of empty hangers,
And by opposing end the bank account: to debt, to money
No more; and by a cut of scissor, to say we end
The emptiness, and the thousand Naturall shockes
When Flesh looks in the mirror?

My apologies to Shakespeare.

Have you ever felt an urge – more than an urge – a need –  to do something that you know you’re not good in doing? I do, when I want to sew. Yes, I do want to sew, regularly. I don’t know why. Yet again, I’m unpicking a pair of pants, actually two pairs: cut from a newspaper pattern, not the right size, and with a low-rise waistband with side zipper. I forgot  to add – no instructions. The zipper end up on the wrong side. I can wear the pants, except it’s too big (the one aspect I didn’t consider, ’cause I’m neither a size 10 nor a size 12). But I’ll unpick and start again.

How about you?