I have a few long running projects on the go at the moment, and some pieces of work that are labour intensive, with a finish date well into the future. But sometimes, it’s nice to start and finish something in the same day. Had a lovely bit of left over old blanket, blue and stripy, having used the plain white bit for something else… will show you that another time maybe.
I wanted to just stitch into it. Play. I had a phrase in my head, one that I use with my children when they are about to do, or have done something reckless… it indicates my concern, but kind of tells them to do it anyway.
“Oh, do have a care!”
My hands are/were there, either physically or metaphorically, waiting to catch them if needs be, when they hurled themselves into something or from somewhere.
When I started to draw and stitch around my hands, it was a nothing piece of work, for no purpose just the “joie de faire” (having a French tutor must be rubbing off). But now it’s done, it fits. My hands, protecting, but my voice encouraging the risk, but with caution.
It took me half a day to make. I suppose the moral of the tale I tell is this: every piece of work I make fits, because it is me that makes it. My brain thought of it, my hands brought it into being. So if I want to make something, make it, don’t over-think it. Just bloody do it. I might make another one tomorrow… got more stripy blanket, and it was fun.
