May I tell you what it is like to sit here in my studio hand stitching a doll? Music is quietly playing. Outside it is windy and cold and pretty much miserable. There is a heating vent at my feet. There is fabric and needle and thread.
If I turn off the music there is only the sound of the wind outside and the thread moving through the fabric. The doll rests in one hand with my fingers pinching the areas to be stitched. It is heaven, of the oldest and most valued kind. I feel the connection of early sewers sitting in front of a fire place - perhaps only a lantern to light their way.
Meanwhile stories float through my mind and heart making a place for this soon-to-be finished hand stitched doll.
"A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy dare live." - Bertrand Russell
a haven of quiet creativity....
ReplyDeleteI especially love to hand stitch. Being mindful of tiny even stitches is almost mindless enjoyment (I couldn't bring myself to type work). I never had a sewing machine until my late high school years when I had a job and could buy it. When I was younger still, I made tons on doll clothes by hand. Wonder where I got the fabric scraps...my mother did not sew.
ReplyDeletexx, Carol
I am breathless with this description of the process. I want to be you!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this Penny... your peace and joy are contagious. We are driving to Wellesley Is. today and Minstrel is coming home. I know it will be a real treat to open the box and start a new relationship with you and the hand laid stitches you add to each of your dolls. I am blessed....
ReplyDeleteBethany
Such a lovely post Penny! and it makes me love Bugsy all the more. I think he is very happy in his new home and can't wait for spring to go out bug hunting!
ReplyDeleteMay I come and join you?...
ReplyDeletex C
That's my variety of heaven too...
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely, quiet description of the joys of working with our hands! On a blustery winter day, it is the best.
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