If patchwork is a way of life, then you MUST find time to sew something for yourself as well.
There are more ideas than will fit in my head. There is no point at all in talking about actually making them. 1001 pieces of work, by which I mean commissions or sewing for sale, half finished and 7007 more waiting their turn in my head, in my design notebook or in my personal store of ideas. And worst of all: when a piece of work is almost finished, that last bit is the hardest. I already want to take up the next one. Sometimes I can force myself to finish one piece first, take the pictures, load them onto the computer, correct them, write the product description and upload it to the sales pages. Often, though, something from that last list goes undone and I set about the next piece.
So things accumulate. Some finished and not photographed, not put up for sale. Some with just the last 10 seams unsewn, waiting on a shelf.
What is there left to say about sewing for myself.
But look, I managed it. In the spring I took out a pile of woollen remnants and decided to sew one long, warm, pleasant skirt. I have started to like long skirts.
I took the pattern from my favourite skirt, which has 8 panels. I fitted the panels together from pieces of three different woollen fabrics. From a friend who is a skilled handler of a crochet hook I ordered a pile of little flowers in matching tones.
In the meantime, though, the sun came out and spring turned into summer. Both the skirt and the flowers stayed in the cupboard waiting for cold, crisp weather. Now a new autumn is here and I took the skirt out again. I sewed the flowers onto the skirt and it was finished.
Photographs: Annika Aava 🙂
