Drop it all to be able to start new.
The last few weeks I was stuck in a sewing desert.
No sewing no writing about it, with a lot of poor attempts to do so. Writing words, I didn’t even want to read myself. And therefore deleting them right away. Taking photos of irrelevant little sewing jobs, not even worth mentioning. (Such as taking of the embroidered tag on a top, in long hours of work, just to get rid of the shirt a few days later, lol)
I missed all of it, and I am glad I took a break.
At times I have the tendencies to be dramatic, so I was questioning whether I am still interested in sewing at all, or if it was just another phase. A long and intense one, that came to an end.
What should I do then? What next?
Emptiness.
While I cycle up a mountain sweating and thinking, I realize it is time to take a break.
Two steps backwards to be able to look at it from another angle. Because the things you really need to do, the things that truly resonate, they always come back.
It feels weird to let the weeks pass and not write. Not sew and try not to think about it.
Soon there are plenty of other thoughts coming across, so it only feels weird on Mondays to not be sharing thoughts and ideas.
After being sick for a few days, I wake up one morning and everything seems clear again.
I am doing the right thing.
I get lost in research about upcycling, patterns and ways to deal with fashion in a more sustainable way. There is no end to the flow of my ideas.
There is space to evolve, create something new, keep on what I am doing. Without losing the playfulness in it.
Being consistent about something doesn’t justify any stress. When you don’t enjoy it anymore once or twice is fine, but everything else is going to burn you out.
Seeing someone else, wear and appreciate something I made, changed a good part of my perception too.
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It feels like one of my garments found the story I made up for it, instead of laying in a box of finished projects, that are waiting for me to play dressing up once in a blue moon. Taking my aprons and dresses for a walk in the fields.
I can keep on sewing now, my inspiration is back! It wasn’t just a phase, I am glad. Just my sewing machine is missing for now… is it?
Thank you all for stopping by and reading through my thoughts once again, have a lovely week!
All photos (except the two, mentioned) and words are mine, written and taken by me.