I know I am not alone in this experience. Since the beginning of this year after all the family festivities came to an end, I have been totally at my sewing machine weeks after weeks, months after months and actually I am still sewing non-stop.The 2017 Christmas season is drawing in, I cannot seem to want to believe it, but it is the real truth. Busy family life and working lifestyle flows on, as it always does and everything else are grandly in place. And what I like best about writing my blog is that the comprehension of followers do get me well. I love writing just about anything, but when I do write about my crafting and sewing you all apprehend the jollity.A lot of us loves to be creative and they tend to want to have a small business or some of them are already having one, but what many of us verily think that there isn’t adequate time to set oneself behind a sewing machine and make enough to sell for a living – in reality this is fact, it is very true. But in other words if we want to trade behind a sewing machines, it is a job that one will have to prepare themselves long before they start to run such business.And since that the world has started to reminisce its vestige, people have gone back to the roots of loving home-made crafts like our grand-families and great-grand families did many yesteryears ago.
Sewing quilts is the pleasure of my actual living moments. When I make quilts I reminisce the days of my grandmothers and my mother. It is like I am adding their centuries old arts to mine. I am rebuilding their world lost once. And having never thought that one day I was going to roll into the lost realm of my loved ones, and turned it into a sphere that brightens the beautiful lifestyle I live and reminiscing their vestige is a passion I adore. My sewing machine and I have become like a marriage and living for creations is me. I never throw away any pieces of fabrics as you may see below, the strips added together are not the same sizes. Then on, I use them as they are and I create something that at the end a beautiful creation emerge for myself, for my own home – a treat for not throwing them away. I feel happy that at least they become a table cover or a throw, or pillow cushions. Thereafter weeks and twelvemonths of bits of scraps an accomplishments and entirety unfold. There are remnants of fabrics, stretches of threads and a share of me in every creation I have made. I feel like some of me will live on. I love going to fabric stores and I love sewing. And when I walk into some of my favourite fabric stores, I am swamped with choices and I want it all. I touch all the fabrics that are my liking. I buy them and I sew them all. It is pure of loving what I do. My time spent at sewing is where I talk to fabrics and threads, and my hands keep doing the movements, north and south, east and west. I am moulding something tangible and solid that won’t need to be recast. Everything appears to be see-through and enthusiastic and I don’t feel uncertain or lack of confidence or discerning opinion. I can only see the needle filling the fabric with threads and sooner a creative oeuvre surfaces. And I am happy, jubilant and at peace with the finished aspect of my new evolution. I like the smell of fabrics and it wraps my thoughts with excitement, achievement and assurance. Since that some of the bulk of fabrics I purchase gets to linger in the cupboard in my sewing room and when I go back to it after weeks or months, a creative action is very imminent and I enjoy every minute of the pleasure of mending something beautiful. I take the delight in cutting and give them a new life.And there are remnants that I keep in a basket for a very long time, when I take the toll to clear them, they don’t get thrown away, but they get made into some pretty pieces that I give as gifts for Christmas or birthdays.I spent some of my teenage years learning to sew and embroidering. I grabbed some imperceptible bits of somebody else who taught me all about it, whether she had full or limited knowledge of them, but it was worth it how and what she delivered to me. Regardless of my sagacity or faux pas I traveled through have come to an end. My youthful years were a transient season only.And after all, entirely in an unalike how-do-you-do is how to express the love of fabric and sewing to the inexperienced. It is happiness in your heart, tranquility in your mind and achievement in your hands. And for some who still wouldn’t understand, it is like having some colouring books and some coloured pencils. And well, the nature of my work will not fade when the sun set but they will dazzle in both the sunshine and moonlight. And the depiction that I frame with my two hands may dwell longer than I do.Today is a cold day and with a cloudy sun in my town. Since the media is full of “no good news”… I am sharing with you my beautiful crafts because life is great with beautiful things and together we will look at the bright side of life. It’s been a busy autumn weeks here in the small corner of My Country Epoque. It means that everything summer and autumn have now been washed, and put away for next season, most probably will be forgotten for some months.So… as we have finally come to the end of autumn, I shall leave you with some of my traditional Christmas stockings that I have prepared especially for you to give you a hints of what is enfolding over here at mine. I am busy cutting all the fabrics that have Christmas traditional designs to prepare for the next seasonal activities that are quickly approaching.Since it is Thursday today, I took a day away from my sewing machine and I‘m going to have an early night tucked in. Well Ladies and Gentlemen I hope you have enjoyed reading my long script in the passage of sewing. I wish I had some more vibes for you today. I will be back in a couple of days. I will love you and leave you! Cheerio!Words and pictures are my properties!