Thursday, February 17, 2011
I had been wanting to do this project for SO long, and I was so happy when I finally just sat down and did it! I thrifted this top for $1.00 on one of the Salvation Army Thrift Store 'Dollar Days'. I loved the color and the feel of the sweatery fabric. I was planning on wearing it 'as is', only to find that it got stained in the wash!!! This is a terrible thing that seems to happen much too much to me, I really need to pay more attention when I do my laundry.
Since there was no way I was going to throw out the top, it just hung around on my sewing desk for weeks, until I got a creative bug one afternoon (also known as the procrastinate school bug) and started restyling the top.
First I cut away the neck, giving it that wide loose neck-- just a touch of Flash Dance never hurt anyone, right? Then I pulled out some scraps of fabric I've had laying around for ages. I love love love all the prints, and was stoked to finally get to use them in a project. The rest is pretty self-explanatory, cut squares and shapes out of the fabric to cover the stain, and I added a few buttons for a crafty, feminine touch. I have a couple stains going down the front of the shirt, which worked out great with the falling leaves. I used a few different stitches on my sewing machine to attach the squares and leaves, but the best one, I think, was the zig-zag stitch. That's all for now, I need to get back to Psychology notes and staring at our February snow out my window.
Peace and grace,
Monday, February 7, 2011
Once upon a time there was a little girl who never went outside. Her name was Patience. Her skin was pale, for it had never seen the sun, and her eyes were clear blue, the way water looks when you can see through it. But her hair was dark like black velvet, and hung down thick around her small white face. Every morning the girl would eat porridge in time to the ticking clock that stood in the dining room, and fasten the buckles of her heavy black shoes over her crisp white socks. Then she would tie a silk, black bow in her hair. When she was ready, the girl would walk to the parlor, smooth her charcoal dress and sit down. That is when the waiting began.
Everyday, for Patience, was a waiting day. Everyday she waited for something, and everyday nothing came. No one came. Everyday seemed to run into one another, and Patience was never sure when she had started waiting, or what had been before. In fact she did not fully know what she was waiting for. But it was something good, she was convinced of that. And sometimes when she woke, she knew it has been in her dreams, or perhaps a dream within her dream. She would try so hard then to remember, but all she could see in her mind's eye was a faint glow of light.
The clock in the dining hall ticket a loud, hallow sound that echoed through the empty house. Patience was alone. Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock drummed the time away. Tick tock. Tick tock. Knock. Knock. Tick tock. Knock. For a moment, Patience didn't know what to do. No one had ever knocked on the door before, and she had never opened it.
Slowly she stood from her chair, turned, and took a step towards the door. Her feet began to feel heavier and heavier as she walked. Finally she reached the door and grasped the shiny, untouched handle. It turned smoothly, and as Patience opened the door, she saw before her a man in a black suit. His face thin and his eyes deeply set. "Hello," said Patience, who was surprised by the sound of her own voice. "Are you going to invite me in?" asked the man. "I don't know, should I ask you in?" Patience asked sincerely.
"Well you're alone."
"You don't want to be alone."
"I don't?" The girl had never considered this before.
"No, no, no one wants to be alone. If you are alone it means no one wants to be with you. But now I am here, and I want to come in. When I do, you will no longer be alone." The sides of the man's mouth curved in the shape of a smile, but his eyes stayed the same.
Patience thought about this for a moment. She had never known she was unwanted, and for the first time Patience realized that she wanted to be wanted. So Patience stepped aside saying "Come in." The man came in, and breathed deeply. Patience shut the door and as she turned around, she saw that the man looked different, his suit seemed darker and his eyes seemed to disappear into his face. "My name is Patience," she said uneasily, "What is your name?"
"Loneliness," the man replied.