I discovered a new blog today, Meet Me At Mike’s, the book of which I had come across but not the daily musings of its creator, Pip. She seems quite an awesome person. She also takes interesting photographs of the kind of things I like to look at – vintage picnic ware for example – but it was this post that got me thinking about a conversation I had a while ago. Here, Pip responds to an email asking whether her creative output had anything to do with her positivity:
“You know, craft and making things DOES make me feel positive, for sure. But also writing and having people who care about the things I care about goes a long way toward making me feel that things are peachy too. I think it can be really hard to live this 21st century lifestyle, and creative rituals really help us to connect to ourselves and to other people (through blogging or writing or meeting up) too. So I would say that being part of a crafty community is the thing that makes me feel so positive… and not JUST the making! Does that make any sense at all?!”
I was talking to a fellow crafty stall operator at a market about making things while you have a small child in your care. After I told this lovely lady that a number of handy grandparents facilitated my crafting by taking said child away from time to time, I mentioned that I also managed to craft through neglect of said child, making the most of those moments when she was very, very quietly eating the nappy cream while I snuck in some stitching. Waste of nappy cream, or excellent use of spare time to maintain a socially acceptable level of sanity? I concluded that crafting gave me a sense of achieving more with my day than just the dishes and a clean floor. She kindly agreed.
Also, courtesy of Meet Me At Mike’s, I came across what may possibly be my new motto. I might even make it my sub-heading on this blog. Or write it out neatly and hang it above the mantelpiece. It happens to be the title of a book by Mary Randolph Carter: “A perfectly kept house is the sign of a misspent life.” Finally, someone agrees! Actually, anyone with children or a shred of common sense has backed me up in this, but it’s nice to see it in print. COFFEE TABLE BOOK NO LESS. So long as you clean regularly, who really cares about the toys lying about the place? I could go on… but I have better things to do than bandy about that old chestnut…
The other day, I made this skirt. I’m pretty proud of it.
I copied the shape of the yoke from a skirt I have almost loved to death, then worked out how its pleats were spaced, copied it to another piece of fabric, and sewed the two together. It was an easier method than working out how to make the pleats go all the way up to the waist, and I’ll definitely be doing it again because it fits like a dream. The fabric came from my friend Bertie, who has been giving me piles and piles of gorgeous retro fabric lately, and if I’m going to embark on this little endeavour, I should probably get onto to sewing a few more skirts like it.
Right, now really am off to mop the floor. There’s been an awful lot of mud trekked through since our super-duper garden bee on Sunday. And, well, Rata eats off that.