Couldn´t help it!

Wishes coming true in 2010

I´ve got a 2010 calendar print from one of the fabric stores I buy from. It´s not fancy at all.  I decided to recycle it into a radionic or a wishes coming true  wall panel for a very special couple of friends who came over just when I was exploring my recently purchased sewing machine devices.

They plan to build a cottage and buy a new car this year.

These are two goals of theirs I´m aware of.

 I´ve also wished them ...

...money, luck....

... love, friendship...

 ...continuous enlightenment and success...

 Won´t hurt and I´m sure they pursue these too (although they don´t think much of money really).

One of them is an actor. At first I thought the white star would stand for both spiritual enlightenment and success. It didn´t seem clear enough to me, though.

We all know that success is a result of hard work + chance. So, I decided to add a red star standing for   success. Bloody individual effort + heavenly gift of opportunity . Maybe it´s not an evident, self explanatory symbol. If I tell them the idea, though, maybe it will work better than a cristallized, already assimilated symbol.

They chose the fabric that suited their taste better and have also contributed with a few stiches using my new sewing machine. It seemed too delicate for them. They were scared to get it broken, since they´d never used a sewing machine before.

The following day I decided to fool around with the idea of putting together the radionic panel. I can´t say it looks pretty, but, knowing them the way I do, I´m confident they´ll love it.

Hope it works! 

If we all hope so it will work for sure!

I´ve got quilt pox and I´m happy

I´ve realized I´d been affected by some sort of syndrome I couldn´t expain before reading Dena´s thorough explanation about its symptoms and causes. Thanks for that, Dena. (You´ve probably got it too, so you´d better read what Dena has to say about it)

I used my grandmother´s sewing machine since I was 8 or 9. She´d got it in order to sheath my mother´s diappers, back in the beginning of XIX Century. Wow! I was born in the Mid Century myself.  Double Wow!

I don´t remember having seen my grandmother sewing, except for showing me how to use the machine and helping me when I got it stuck. I used to produce my doll´s clothes or tried to. My mother was fond of knitting and crocheting but not of sewing.  So, I guess the machine has been destined to me the day my grandmother got pregnant.

I´ve had a few sewing machine over the years but I´ve got rid of them all, except the one my grandmother had kept. I was reluctant to make it go electrical/portable. Did so last year for lack of space reasons mostly. I soon realized I had made a mistake but then it was too late.

This is it, a victim of the seaside salty wind, the family´s poor sewing and the technician´s invasive and mutilating surgery.

I´ve had a few sewing machine over the years but I´ve got rid of them all, except this old one. I was reluctant to make it go electrical/portable. Finally did so last year for lack of space reasons mostly. I soon realized I had made a mistake but then it was too late.

I know it will always be usefull. One can relly on it. It goes straight and does it beautifully. It allows itself quite a bit of noise and I call it selfconficence.

Having been affected by the syndrome described by Dena, I decided to get a new, fancy machine, though.  Maybe not the state of art but a Singer as well, since I want them both to be friends, and I thought I should be able to get  technical assistance easy and as locally as around the corner, whenever it becomes necessary. Yeah, these new electronic babes are not like the old mechanical ones that never ever stopped.

Now, here my new acquisition. It´s nice, light, easy and doesn´t make noise.

One more reason why I should really learn to quilt.

"The great accomplishments of man have resulted from the transmission of ideas and enthusiasm." Thomas J. Watson

Where do I come from?...

... they seem to wonder... and be willing to find out.

My question is:

where to they think they are going?

Who would blame them?

Anxiety is...

... having a pile of half way done projects + piles of ideas to get started on.

I love painting and drawing and everything handmade that is pretty to look at. I´d figured my experience in this field would help me on the quilting journey I´ve just got started. I hadn´t realized there is a lot about sewing I must  learn and practice. I put my sewing projects aside because they happen not to come out the way I´ve imagined them at first. Guess why?

I´m anxious to get started and don´t save time to draw it beforehands. I pick colors according to what I have in hands, get the squares cut, run to the sewing machine and  generally put them together in the wrong places. Wrong colors in the wrong places... as you can see.

Sewing is not like painting that you may cover whatever you dislike with another layer of  paint. I just feel unable to undo the sewing and starting all over again. So, I go on planting on illtreated ground, telling myself  maybe it will come out better than I had first imagined. It´s a pacifying thought only and it doesn´t last long. Poor soil, shabby crop.

I´ve brought the araucarias composition inside in order to keep staring at it. I´ve commited myself into getting  it finished no matter how disappointing it looks.

This posting sort of compromises me further... I need all the pressure I can get!!!