A hint to begin here. The joy is not in the accomplishment of making fine garments. It comes from wrapping a loved one in things made with your hands. And from your heart.
I am not a seamstress. As you can see from the quilt in the background, I like to work in two dimensions. So while I have little talent and almost no experience with making items for a three dimensional baby, I undertook a project to sew for my brand new granddaughter.
So, what I lacked in couture I made up for in my desire to make things that came from love for our newest family member. I have a friend who once said that she didn't want t o sleep in a bed made by a person who was not happy. She wanted a joyful bed made by a person she liked. At the time I thought that was slightly nuts, and maybe a bit privileged. But I have come to realize that there are some very important things about that sentiment that I share. I want to transform my love into something that is palpable, and making baby clothes is a surprising result of that desire.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
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