Until I went to college I suffered from the rule that only boys could wear jeans to school. How fair was that? Why did boys get all the good stuff--like taking shop rather than home ec? (Well, if you understand basic feminist ideas, you can answer that question yourself.)
The inevitable happened: the day I went to college I donned the uniform of the 1970s--jeans. In addition, working with fabric has given me a deep respect for denim, especially old denim. None of those new-fangled stretchy jeans for me.
Consequently, I can't bear to toss out old jeans. I have a nice collection on my studio shelves, besides stacks of jeans that are still wearable in the closets.
I've used up a little bit of my collection in purses.
The last few days have been errand days...groceries, waiting rooms, eating out and socializing.
Yesterday, I felt kind of uninspired to create (a rare occurrence) and empty... couldn't even pick up a needle.
The Pomegranate Tree wasn't speaking to me, even though I have been working diligently around the edges.
This morning I ran across a pair of Mr. M's old jeans that needed a repair. I tried them on...they were oh, so soft. They spoke to me.
Then I remembered a young woman I had seen a couple days ago in a restaurant. Very stylish, wearing jeans that were thoroughly ripped on the front and only held together by the back! Hmmf--scandal! Think of all the possible, beautiful repairs one could do...
Which brings me back to Mr. M's jeans. I asked him if he wanted them repaired in the standard, discreet way. He said I could have them...ahhhh, the possibilities. I went digging in my fabrics.
Here's what's sitting on my sewing machine table right this minute...and I feel so energized!
I'll be able to get back to the Pomegranate Tree tonight with a light heart and hand...once I get started mending that hole!
Linked to Nina Marie's "Off the Wall Friday."