A few weeks ago while I was sitting in church, I saw a friend of mine sitting ahead of me. Underneathe her chair was a purse that I had made for her. It made me smile to think she liked it enough to fill it with her stuff and carry it to church. Then I noticed another purse that I had made over by someone else’s chair and a drawing case being colored in. Then after church, a friend asked about the fabric I had used to make her son’s pillowcase. She thought it would make great curtains in his room. As I looked around, I felt like I was seeing my fingerprints on my friend’s lives, and it warmed my heart. I approach decorating my house the same way. I want it to be me – a reflection of my style and creativity. I would rather make something than buy it if I am able. Instead of art, I’d rather hang fabric, especially since I can’t draw.
That being said, my stash is growing to the point that I’m uncomfortable with it. I haven’t been to the fabric store in over a month. There are fabrics that I want, but haven’t been motivated to go buy them because I need my current stash to shrink. So here’s my plan: I want to look at my fabric, think of someone it reminds me of, and start sewing gifts for friends, even if it’s not their birthday. I’m not going to worry about the gift making anyone feel guilty. I just want to be generous and show appreciation for their friendship. Now that the sewing frenzy of the holidays is over, I have a little bit more time to breathe and sew. I’ll start with those kiddos with December birthdays that I would have liked to give gifts to, but couldn’t find the time to do. Then, my own kids deserve some drawing cases after seeing me sew them up for others. Maybe I’ll do some sewing for me in between, but that’s the plan.