I don't sew. I'm afraid of the sewing machine. It looks like a high tech monster. But I have the amazing ability to accumulate fabric, yarn, lace, and the stuff you sew to the bottom of clothing (I think it's called hem?) It's been collecting in my 'art' room for years.
Recently, while in a yoga class (I go about twice a year), I noticed my thoughts wandering to the windows. Usually I would try to refocus on the pain of the pose that I was in, but I had discovered the COOLEST window curtains/coverings... prayer cloths! This discovery ruined any benefits I knew the class would give me. All I wanted was the class to be over so I could examine these prayer cloths. They were handmade, and I needed to see how they were put together.
Of course they were sewn together... which made me feel defeated. But then I realized that I could do what I always do when I have to "sew" something, use HOT GLUE!!! My defeat turned into exhilaration and I went home to make these window coverings.
Once home, all the 'sewing' stuff came out. I decided to use any lace/ hem/ shoelace to hang the fabric off of. I got my fabric and glue gun out, and was set to go. I cut 2" x 3" squares of fabric making piles by like material. Then I started noticing that much of the fabric I was using was coming from old clothes and table cloths that I wanted to repurpose. With each square I cut, a memory would arise. I saw my daughter's first step as I cut a dress she wore when she was one. I remembered the feeling of being impatient on Christmas Eve as I cut the tablecloth my Grandma always used for that holiday, and I recalled the stupid (yet wonderful) jokes my husband told me on our first date, as I cut up his old shirt.
Honestly, I wanted to create a prayer cloth window hanging for its coolness factor. But, it turned out that it did what it was intended for. As I put the prayer cloth together, I got to mediate on a lot of great moments in my life. By the time I finished, I was calm, feeling refreshed and grateful for my family, friends, and the beautiful city I was born and raised in, Oakland.
What are you grateful for?