Saturday, May 29th, 2009
The heat shimmers up from the earth.
I can see it.
I could feel it if I dared walk outside.
But, I am held captive by my newest project taking shape on the cutting table.
I keep hearing the words from that commercial- "what's in your wallet?" except it's: "what's on your worktable?".
I have mixed emotions when I am picking out fabrics to sew together.
Do you grab and audition or just use your instincts?
Do you over think it?
How do you choose just the right colors to invoke a certain mood?
Like painting a picture with fabric images and colors as you work out a design that you think might sell.
I am just beginning to buy solid colors and I am never very confident in their use. They seem to stop the movement of my eye and I am not used to that.
Yesterday, I went to Alma Sue's Quilt Shop to get a replacement thimble (they are translucent rubber and fit wonderfully) and found some Amy Butler solids and had to get the banana.
It's right there on the left side above the skull/knit fabric.
I have been drawn to wine/garnet and lime/chartreuse lately and I don't know why.
Perhaps my color sense changes with the seasons and I am subconsciously seeking shade in a deep, dark corner of the jungle.
Maybe I'm growing up? Does your color palette age?
I wasn't ready for red until I turned 40.
Now at close to 50 the wheel has spun to the next deepest hue. or is it tone ?
Usually it's blue with a touch of melancholy.
The heat ripples like the curls on a slab of lasagna.
Making me reach for green and blue to cool it off.
Instinct, I guess, drives my choices today.
Setting the fabric stage for a vision of a sorceress about to seek the future in her crystal ball with rich textures of silk and satin. Thank you Mr Waterhouse.
This is when I daydream- then focus sharply on a fabric- it's a little uncomfortable. It doesn't always flow.
I have a vision- will it work?
Can I make you see what I am feeling?
It will be a big bag- like a tote bag for carrying large things like picnic quilts and knitting projects.
My eye catches the colors and movement and I imagine the faces in my sewing room watch me puzzle it out.
They whisper to themselves as I hurry, but try to slow down, to enjoy the process of creation.
Always questioning; is this right?
Will it work?
Do the fabrics dance or are they dead and flat?
Am I seeing it clearly today?
Getting this side of a future bag ready to embellish with embroidery and yoyo's and buttons is just the first step towards making something new.
Will someone fall in love with it?
Will they feel happy to hold it?
To carry their stuff around in it?
Will it help define who they are to those around them?
Maybe they just like the colors...
Will I ever find out why the chicken crossed the road?
It was probably to lie in the shade.
or is that lay?
have a happy day,