My Creative Space

...feels completely out of my control this week. I've had to resign myself to the fact that things just haven't gone to plan these last few months with the shop, and there isn't much to do about it but sit back with a cuppa and a few too many biscuits. My business cards arrived in the wrong colour, and on different stock than I expected. My woven labels are still in transit and I hope they haven't been lost to the sea. I'm doing my best to roll with the punches; resisting the urge to fling myself at my stash in the hope that I'll be whisked away to a magical world at the back of it where no-one knows what a shop is; and keeping a steady supply of said tea and biscuits on hand.

I've been working on some new patterns this week, for the shop-which-will-open-one-day. When that happens, it'll all be worth it.



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My Creative Space

While the sun was still climbing above the trees outside this morning, I was sipping tea and sewing in some long-awaited labels. (then the day really began and it has taken me up till now to get around to posting this) Labels are finally here! I'm putting the finishing touches on all the stock for the shop, and hope to - how many times have I said this now? - open up next week. If you're still there and still keen, I'd love to have you join in the shenanigans of the grand opening. Keep watching this space for info, and hopefully we won't all nod off in the meantime.

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My Creative Space

I've been busy (read: procrastinating) today. I've decided to make some of this reclaimed fabric from last week into a clutch, and am trying to decide which kind of closure to use. I think I will try and find a long tortoise-shell look clip closure, but may opt for a large flap - mostly because that won't require sourcing said clip closure.

In other news, these bowls were from Ikea at the beginning of this year, I'm not sure what they're called, but I picked them up for around $4 in the bathroom section. They are like a half egg shell with a flat bottom, so one end is deep and the other shallow, and I keep my pins in them. They are so useful I think I might start giving them as gifts to fellow sewers. The deep end is so deep that it's difficult for the pins to spill, and the shallow end makes it super quick and easy to grab them as needed, or, even better, chuck them in as I pull them out from a seam as I'm sewing, rather than poke around for the cushion. I keep the small one right in front of my machine for just that purpose, and then just tip them back into the big one, which is at the other end of the cutting table, when I'm done. You could always lie a magnet in the bottom if you liked, too.

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My Creative Space

Most of this week's creative energy has been held against it's will and only allowed out for the express purposes of business card design and compliancy efforts and label ordering and other such nonsense. I'll be glad when this part of re-opening the shop is over.

If there's any creative urge left by Saturday I plan on channelling it into the garden, but probably not before trying my hand at this retro sun hat pattern, which was gifted to me along with these fabric scraps, by my sister in law earlier in the week. I love gifts like this the most of all.



The weather's warming up more now, and the humidity is rising. I'm sure in a few weeks time when it's much hotter and the humidity becomes stifling, I will eat these words; but for now I am loving the smell of the evening rain on hot earth and the fresh, dewy kind of anticipation in the air through the days.
It reminds me of home.

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My Creative Space

This week has been busy and getting busier. I wish I had some creativity to share, but unfortunately my cutting table is covered in to-do lists and calculators and other boring things.

So here, instead, is a gratuitous photo of part of my stash, which lives in a cherished and well loved white antique amoire in the studio. Sometimes at the end of a crazy day, I find myself just standing in the quiet half light, drinking a cup of tea and staring at my stash. So much possibility.
And then, of course, something rings or beeps or cries or yells; and I take a deep breath and close the door.
But my stash quietly waits there, patient with me as always. Maybe tomorrow it will become something beautiful.



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Tiny things for tiny people.



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