BLOG 232 Sunday
January 18th 2015
What a week I have had. After completing my Blog after lunch
last week I spent a couple of hours in my studio, working intensively with
Batiks and Bali fabrics. By tea time, I had really bad stomach pains, so much
so that I had to take pain killers and clutch a hot water bottle for relief. I naturally
thought back over what I had eaten and, as both Roger and I ate the same food
for breakfast and lunch, there were no clues there.
Then my mind turned to the fabrics. I have had upset systems
before (though not as severe as this time round) and I have put it down to the
fabrics which I don’t wash before I use. All I can think of is that when I am
working with strips, I perhaps lick my fingers to separate the fabrics and transfer
toxins from fabrics to fingers to mouth. I feel my lips reacting and I develop
a horrid taste in my mouth which then upsets the rest of my system. I feel like
I am being poisoned.
But I have never heard or read that anyone else has had the
same trouble. I imagine that if there was a problem, the people in shops who
handle and cut these fabrics day in and day out ought to have the same reaction.
There must be thousands of sewers who use the fabulous batiks and Bali fabrics
so if there was a problem it ought to have surfaced by now. My reason for mentioning
all this is to ask if anyone has had the same problem or has heard of someone
who has. In the meantime, I am washing and drying loads of fabric daily to try
and do something positive to rectify the situation.
Remembrance
As I was incapacitated this week, I have had little time to
sew but I did start half-heartedly to think about the challenge project and
researched a bit of information on line. My early attempts to put ideas on
paper predictably turned out to be very traditional, with the ‘Storm at Sea’
block as a background or perhaps as a border on 2 sides. The block could be
coloured to give the appearance of crashing waves.
As a starting point, I even drafted out the different
pattern pieces for an 8” block.
Not really knowing what I was doing, I thought then that I
would try to transfer my Great Grandfather’s image onto a sheet of fusible
(thank goodness it didn’t snarl up the printer!!) so I could stick it onto
fabric. This was not as successful as I had hoped.
As another random thought, I looked around to find something
already constructed and wondered if it could be utilised in the challenge
project. I found a colourful background and pondered whether to use it,
especially as purple is traditionally the colour of remembrance. More vibrant
thought is needed and, as I am much improved, I will feel more creative this
coming week.