Last night I found myself sitting on the floor in the lounge contemplating a shirt…it was a red shirt…a very bright, very bold, red shirt… I stared at it so long the pattern merged and shimmied and I got a bit cross-eyed. Did I come out with a final design…? Well, yes and no. I now have a wee mans vest cut out and awaiting the needles (god knows if it will work out, it’s a first attempt at this type of repurposing) but I’m left with an empty feeling…to coin a phrase, I feel like a need something else!
A skirt. A dress. A ruffle for pants. And if I go for a dress do I make the A-line…a shirred number? The unexpected problem I seem to be facing is the sheer volume of choice! I guess the first few projects made me a bit blasé about it…the pieces I chose seemed to have a mind of their own and their purpose was clear from the get go…this red shirt was presenting me with a whole raft of possibilities, so choosing one this time was becoming a headache…literally!
The desire to make the most of the fabric offered up and really USE these garments has become an obsession…what can this scrap become….that scrap…who would have thought the humble shirt sleeve could offer up so many options? I love that each small piece can become something new; be reborn, and hopefully in time, find a new home safe from the scrap heap - and if I succeed in my aim, they might find true love with someone small and full of the joys of life.
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