Well it’s just past midnight on Thursday but feels like Wednesday still to me. Had my first sewing class today!
I flashed back on my junior high anxiety of the sewing machine. I made one skirt and that was it – the process was too overwhelming. I definitely felt my own self-love today – I am proud of myself.
It’s a small group of ten. Our teacher is from the Mississippi State University Extension services. She is very fun, warm and put us all at ease.
One of the biggest challenges in sewing is making sure the machine is threaded properly – the hiccup in my progress for sure these past three decades. I’ve certainly desired to make something but thinking about how you thread a machine… uh. So I threaded my little Singer ten times in a row and hurrah!
Our group will be making two projects; we decided upon a pillowcase and an apron. I’m just gonna be Ms. Suzy Homemaker who kicks ass!
Honestly, I think the women on Pinterest who make these amazing DIY projects or homeschool or knit or create felt animals are truly amazing. I love this rennaissance of artisanship and I love that I can view so much of it at once on Pinterest and Etsy.
Keep to my daily self-loves so far. Except for cleaning today. Think I’ll live.
One of my daily bliss moments is the drive over the waterways in the morning. I took this photo earlier this week.
I’ve been getting ready to tackle my “anger sculpture” as well as my prayer flag. I realized I can’t put off the anger piece because how much does that defeat the love I’ll be putting into the prayer flag. So I had to ponder and reflect. I realize too that I inherently want to create things that are pretty and had a epiphany about anger in my life.
Anger is one of those “bad” emotions we are not supposed to have. We’re supposed to curb ourselves and our kids from expressing it. But at the same time, don’t stuff your emotions, right? As I look to nature, volcanoes seem to be a great expression of mother nature’s anger. When I reframe anger in this context, anger then is vital for new growth. After all that hot molten lava cools, that is some of the richest material on the planet.
So maybe my outbursts of anger are that too. Big booms that provide new growth afterwards. That doesn’t seem like a “bad” emotion to have after all.
For my sculpture, I’ll be trying to make my own volcano of sorts (if the science fair volcano from fifth grade popped in your head, it will not be that).
Love love love to all who pursue the less traveled trails.