There has been sewing here but somehow I haven’t got round to posting any pictures.
As usual there has also been more thinking about sewing than actually sewing too. And thinking about all sorts of other things. I’ve always been kind of frustrated by the disparity between the quantity and ease of thinking and the difficulty in transforming this into activity in many areas of my life but this week I’ve made peace with it.
How many people don’t have the luxury to be endlessly creative in their heads without having to actually do the thing they have thought about? If I did this for a proper job I couldn’t spend days and nights daydreaming about a skirt or a top or wrist warmers or a clean floor then not sew it or knit it or clean it, could I?
The world is now full of non-creative thinking: it’s all competing facts and figures, analysis and argument, too much criticism and not enough creativity. Perhaps I should go like my Nan and have no tv and switch to Radio 3 so as to avoid the madness of the world round and about. That’s a bit drastic though!
