A quick Valentines Day banner
It seems that the first thing I do when I get home from work every night, is sit down at my sewing machine and think about what I can sew. It's become a daily habit, and somewhat of a therapy for me. There is something about the piles of fabric sitting on my kitchen table…..just calling out to me. "Make something withme….make something with me" … I just have to do it! Am I crazy? I've always been creative. Doing something to satisfy my need to create. Scrapbooking. Calligraphy. Tole Painting. Cross Stitch. Knitting. You name it, I've done it. It's like a drug, right? I went through a period of several years where I just couldn't be creative. My family suffered a horrible tragedy in 1999, and my creativity left with it. I dabbled in things here and there. Mostly scrapbooking for my niece, since her Mom was no longer here to do it. And class projects. Treats and goodies. The bare minimum of creativity. It was hard, because being creative was so much a part of me. My identity. What people associated with me. You know? I missed it. Badly.
Fast forward to Halloween 2010. I attended a Girl's Nigh Out party with a bunch of friends. The hostess had reserved 5 psychics for the night. Soooo cool. I saw a psychic in 1996. It was awesome. I loved it. But she told me things then, that I look back on now….and it kind of scares me. She told me so many things that came to fruition. Some good. Some, not so good. So, I was always hesitant to go to another. But the opportunity presented itself. So, I did it. So glad I did.
It was only a 20 minute reading. BUT, the first thing she told me was this:
You are creative. It is what you DO. But, you haven't been creative in a long time. You need to change that. NOW.
Um, Hello!!?!?!?!? Duh! Light bulb moment. Being creative is what makes me happy. I need it. I crave it. But, for some reason, I wasn't doing it. Well, I am here to tell you that changed immediately.
My hubby Carl…..um, the best. Bought me a new sewing machine. I was in heaven. I love it. And, I try and be creative as often as I can now. I am happier. I am more content. I feel more ME. If that makes sense.
So, thanks for sticking with me for this whole lengthy post. I was really going to post a quick little line about a Valentines Day Banner I sewed up. But, somehow, my fingers just kept a typin'. I needed to get this out. For some reason. For me. For Anne. For the love of being creative.
Here is a quick little v-day banner I sewed up. Nothing fan-tabulous. Or special. But I like it.
Just muslin. Binding. Fabric hearts.
But it makes my heart happy.
Thanks for listening!
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