Pause

I like to gather materials together, adding and taking away before I start a little project.  This beautiful vintage box was given to me by my friend Anke from Belgium at the last workshop I taught before I had my little boy, back in March last year. I knew I would make special use of it but was just biding my time... then recently I had an email from a lady called Sylvia.  She was lovely about my work and the words I use and shared with me her favourite word, Pause. She said she could imagine me using it in a piece, so I did. Thank you Anke and Sylvia

I've used some threadbare vintage quilt which is cream floral on one side and red floral on the other. You can't see from this picture but the sides of the box are a deep red.  You can see I have cut out the tiny leaf and flower shapes from the piece of net lace from the top picture and appliqued them onto the quilt...

I think it's an idea for us all to take a moment from time to time, pause, notice, take a breath.  It's good advice for all of us Mothers out there, or for anyone who spends a lot of time caring for others, take a moment to come back to yourself.....

lost and found

This little vintage baby collar was one of a number of treasures I came across lately. I knew it would become something, but I didn't know quite what at first.....It's plain but it has been lovingly hand stitched, maybe by another mother from another time....so I stained it's perfect whiteness and added this mother's stitches to it......

Becoming a mother was something I longed for for such a long time...it feels like coming home at times and sometimes it just feels surreal, that it has actually happened.  It can feel like the most natural thing in the world, and sometimes totally bewildering. At times I feel like I have lost myself, caring so completely for another person. Stitching is my way of finding myself again.

worn out

As much as I love being a mum to my little boy, amidst the joy and wonder of it all, a lot of the time I just feel worn out, fragile, frayed at the edges. I think that being able to experience the joy despite that feeling of utter depletion is one of the greatest challenges of motherhood, a challenge I know I am not the only one to face.

Stitching is something that helps me rise to that challenge, finding myself again briefly in the gaps between mothering, soothing my sleep deprived self with rhythmic instinctive stitches.  Working with threadbare scraps and fragments, using up what was there and allowing myself some randomness, helped soothe my soul. It's not my usual stitching style, it's not my finest stitching hour but I created some ragged beauty.

Finding a new path

Hello again....Since having my little boy, I have been struggling to find the time and energy to stitch in the way that I used to. In the past I had my own workroom with all of my many materials to hand with space to lay them out, this is now his lovely nursery. I also used to take my time to stitch, my work is slow and very considered, I take a long time over the placement of different elements and by it's nature hand stitching and tiny details are time consuming.  I have lots of plans for larger pieces of work, some of which I have started but for now these feel overwhelming.  For me, not stitching is not an option, it's like breathing to me, more like taking a breath from the whirlwind of parenting a small child. It is what connects me to myself and also to others. What I've realised is that I need to find a new way to work for now which fits into my life as it is. When I wrote a post how hard I was finding this on instagram recently, I had lots of encouragement with people urging me to to do 'just a few stitches' in the little time that I had. Well I took that advice to heart and with just the little scraps I had to hand in my workbox, I stitched this little piece, not worrying too much about it but just enjoying passing the needle and thread through fabric and making something that meant something to me....