Last week I was in the grip of a nasty cold which made me
low for a few days and which took several more to shake it off. As ever, generous
to a fault, I have now passed it onto my husband who is just about on the right
side of it now. I don’t know where it came from but it doesn’t help when people
say ‘Oh there’s a lot of it about’. This immediately reduces it to something
‘common or garden’ and denigrates the self-cosseting we all like to indulge in
when we feel under the weather.
That said, on the rare occasions when I do catch a cold, I
usually take my box of tissues and a Lemsip to the sewing machine and just sew
mindless stuff for hours on end. It requires little energy, it gets things done
and it makes me feel mentally better than I am physically. So, more Gresford
sale stuff has been finished this week. I added a backing fabric made up of
Batik squares to ‘Trip round the Batiks’. It was quilted with an all-over
random swirling design in a variegated thread, with a decorative machine stitch
along the inserted blue strips.
Bright border
And finally, another stained glass wall hanging, similar to
the one I showed a couple of week’s ago, was completed.
The work shown over the last few blogs represents a mammoth
amount of work in anyone’s book and, if I am honest, I think I am done with
this ‘slam them under the machine and knock them out’ pieces. Anyone who wants
to make work to sell has to take short cuts and find the quickest way to churn
them out, sales and money being the obvious focus. Where is the enjoyment in
that? I am reminded of my one and only foray into ‘making to sell’ when I lived
in Milton Abbas in Dorset. I was asked by the owner of the local tea rooms to
replicate a doyley made in fine cotton. With a sense of pride and some effort,
I replicated it and showed it to them. ‘How much would you estimate it cost you
to make it?’ was the obscure way the question was posed. Thinking in terms of
the cotton I used and not the time it took, I estimated about 90p. ‘OK’ came
the reply, ‘We’ll have 40 of them!’ I hadn’t seen that coming and, being too
polite to remonstrate, I just gritted my teeth and got on with them. I vowed
then that I would never make anything to sell ever again. And what have I been
doing over the last few weeks? Making stuff to sell! Time for a drastic change
after Gresford I think.
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