Tuesday, May 17, 2011
stitching beneath the trees
Sewing beneath the white pines was one of the many gifts that last week's warm weather brought. I worked on some small projects to get comfortable with my Featherweight and set up a makeshift station on the deck. Even though the electrical outlet to my left was what made it possible to run the machine, I felt totally unplugged. Being outside with an old black Singer transported me back a couple of decades. In college, I saved up for 1920's/30's hand cranked Singer that looked just like this one. (Beautiful, huh?!- I miss her so much.) I would sit under a bottle brush tree in my Santa Cruz backyard and make little velvet pouches. Cranking with one hand and guiding with the other. Not very quick sewing... but at nineteen I had all the time in the world.
Sitting out here helped me to relive those carefree days, if even for a moment. I'm on a deadline, so the reality was that for every one hour of studio time I rewarded myself with 15 minutes deck time.
But hey, those 15 minutes added up to pure bliss. Sometimes a little recharge is all it takes!