Snow on the roofs of the houses and your breath is following you like thick cloud of smoke. The nordic wind is howling all around. Suddenly you become aware of every tiny hole in your jumper that you could look over so far. But now they have become gateways for the icy air to enter and pierce your skin with frost.
Who is fixing your clothes?
With my mind and body jumping all over the place in recent weeks I found the joy of simple sewing in between.
In between loose ends of threads. Woven strings unweaving. Loops unraveling.
Rather than starting big projects and leaving them gather dust on the floor, I have a few colourful threads and needles in different corners, ready to sew or fix some stitches. Laying around waiting for me to pick them up, when I am in between doing two other things.
As I wait for my morning coffee bubbling up, anticipating the smell of coffee filling up the whole kitchen, I sew. With the sunlight barely starting to being some light into the day, seams of hand stitching are unfolding before me.
It might just be 15minutes and a few stitches. But ever since, I have finished a few projects on the pile.
Fifteen minutes of hand sewing a day and a week later I see myself running out of projects.
Looking around myself, still determinate not to start any big vision-projects, my eyesight catches some holes in a cashmere jumper.
And I sew, in between.
In between one coffee and the other. Connecting one loop of thread to it’s missing end. Filling up another gap.
Fixing holes.
Who would have thought I could ever get that excited about mending holes?
I replace each one with a star.
Different colours all over.
A lot of holes to fill.
Three morning coffees later.
A jumper full of stars.
Sewing in between might end up as just sewing, and drinking coffee, the whole day, sitting in the kitchen, mending holes. A never ending source of inspiration. Soon all my jumpers and socks will be covered in stars.
Who is fixing your clothes?
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