For a long time now, my inclination has been about creating things with words. I have done a lot of that and have produced everything from sermons to a novel, from short stories to a blog. The best way to describe my activity is that I made things with words. When bored and looking for something to do, my first move would likely be toward the computer.
For Christmas I got a simple sewing machine. A sewing room is being built. A couple of small projects have been completed. I'm amazed at how much I am enjoying the process of sewing. As I figured I might be, I am much more patient, not rushed, willing to take it one step at a time. Today I worked on a very challenging 'rip it apart' project with a seam ripper. It was tedious because the stitches were tight and close together and had to be removed one at a time. It wasn't possible to just slide the ripper under a seam and let it rip. That would have cut the fabric, so it required a great deal of time and concentration.
Somewhere along the way when I was pulling out a tight knotted stitch, it made me think of words. In a way, I have traded in words for stitches. I can see a lot of similarities between the two vastly different activities. If you put together a string of words in a carefully constructed way, you get a good sentence. With a sewing machine, you get a seam. Lots of sentences make a paragraph, then a page, eventually a story or poem or novella. If you make enough stitches, you get seams, and if you sew enough seams, eventually you produce a finished product-- a pillow, a placemat, a skirt.
Both writing and sewing are creative activities. One is more with the brain, the other more with the hands. While I do not think I'll be giving up my writing passion any time soon, I am quite pleased to be learning a new creative passtime. At the very least, I hope to make some homemade gifts for next year's Christmas!
If words were stitches, I'd sew them straight;
if stitches were words, what could I make?
Create a character, and give her shape;
Sew a quilt, for goodness sake!
Like your analogy with the words and the stitches. I find that I am not a "social sewer" i.e. I do not enjoy sewing with others, contrary to many of the folks who take classes from me. I much prefer to sew alone. I like total quiet, without even so much as background music. And I don't mind taking things apart. I want what ever it is that I am making to meet my own expectations. (Lengthen your stitch so it is easier to take apart. The prime length for most things is 2.2) I guess that is what I enjoy most about quilting. The more of a perfectionist you are in cutting and sewing the pieces together, the better the outcome. And I have only myself to please. I like the thought process of making blocks, using specific shapes to make patterns and secondary patterns seen only when the top is finished. And, I like the math that is involved, knowing that even an 1/8 of an inch off, in a quilt with many blocks, means things will not line up. As in writting a good sermon or a good story, so in sewing and quilting: the devil is always in the details.
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