Saturday, February 28, 2015

Everyday Objects: Quilt

Thanks to everyone who read and commented on my last post - I appreciate the input! :)

Continuing my foray into photography and everyday objects ... here's one of my paternal grandmother's quilts ... drying in my kitchen.


 It's an heirloom piece, yes, but I believe that things are made to be used.  So it goes on my bed, and consequently gets covered in cat hair.  So, it goes in the washing machine, just like it did when it still lived with my grandma. :)

Behind it, my living room:


And today's weather...typical for the season in Orléans:


Have a great weekend, everybody!

Sunday, February 15, 2015

On Not Having a Plan...

I like the Colette Wardrobe Architect series, but it's much too structured for me.  Printing out worksheets and such-like...reminds me of work.  But I have been thinking about my style recently and suddenly I found myself clearing out my dresser drawers.

I'm somewhat surprised to find that even things I bought as recently as last summer are turning me off.  I think I'm in a transitional period...much like my age, or my life in general for that matter!  So things I bought last summer are suddenly looking a little too gamine...


I haven't gotten rid of those things yet.  So far I've allowed myself only to donate stuff that I have had for at least 5 years and that I wear a maximum of 3 times a year.  In reality I think I've had the stuff for closer to 10 years and I wear them once a year!  They are looking faded and - while serviceable - they don't inspire me.  So I'm giving them away so maybe they will inspire someone else...or at the least, be useful, which they definitely are not just sitting in the drawer.


This whole process of letting go of some long term companions (clothes) has led me to think about the concept of courage.  I say this process, but really that's just the tip of the iceberg.  I should say that my recent divorce and other drama has brought me to this, but the clothes thing has contributed, and this is a sewing blog, so...here we are.

Anyhow, I've been thinking about the courage of letting go.  And of just saying "no, I'm not okay with that, I don't agree and I'm not going to do it.

And this also brings me to the topic of being authentic.  We all cultivate an image...consciously or not.  I know I censure the heck out of myself on this blog, otherwise every other word would be a curse word for some posts.  But I have to ask myself why I do that.  Why do I try to soften the edges?  I suppose that's part of living in a society...the very bread and butter of being social.  If we all went around expressing our emotions at level 10 all of the time...well, frankly I don't know what would happen.

It's a fine line, trying to balance "being yourself" and respecting other people.  Because if being yourself means being a total #@!hole and constantly putting your needs first...I suppose that's the ultimate in "selfness"... and then we just end up with ourselves.  So, because most of us don't want to be socially isolated, we make an effort to compromise and yet not f*&k ourselves over at the same time.  It's a fine line, I tell you, and I find it's a problem that even occurs in blogging!  Because blogging is social.

Whew, I feel better now.

So, getting back to the vestment divestment...I'm letting go of these clothes, even though I like them and have fond memories of activities I did in them, or of the people who gifted them to me.  I'm letting go because they are taking up space and I don't use them anymore.  And I'll still have the memories without the objects.

En revanche, I would really like to start sewing again and I'm cooking up some ideas to fill in the gaps...and maybe help me participate in Me-Made-May again this year.  So, stay tuned, if that floats your boat. ;)