I do love seeing what people are working on, at least in part because I can’t show much of what I’m making at the moment. Soon, I hope, but not yet.
But as much as I love seeing what people are doing, I’m also firmly of the opinion that my primary creative space is in my head. There’s always so much going on in there, everything I want to make or say or write or be.
Photo by Liz Henry on Flickr
In some ways, what I want to have in my creative space came into focus at the weekend, talking to other sewists at the Goldhawk Road meetup. I love sewing, and I love using things that I have made for myself, but as I was talking, the thing that kept occuring to me was that what I really love to *do* is crochet. I like the end product of sewing, but the process doesn’t thrill me or comfort me or feel as natural in my hands as crochet does.
That’s okay, I think. I’ve never been very good at being clear about what I like. I worry too much what others will think or that I’m not going to fit in or, or or… Well. You get the idea. I have no intention of stopping sewing – there’s a fabric stash to get through! – but if I can understand that I will love the finished product more than I love making it, I think it might help me actually finish some of the things I’ve got on the go. And it’s definitely going to help me love my crochet more.
PS. Day 2 on the no-caffeine wagon. I’m craving cake like woah, but otherwise, the headaches aren’t too bad. If I can make it to a week, I’ll consider the battle won!