...there was actually something like Cleanliness and Order in my sewing room. I've been clearing out my stash and classifying/putting away the pile of Things I Don't Know What to Do With that had gradually engulfed the cutting table, the little table beside it, and was encroaching upon the sewing machine table beside that. The Elder Spawn is planning a yard sale and was happy to carry away 2 large boxes of fabric and 3 bags of yarn; that helped considerably. Anyway, today I was feeling almost-done... and then I got ambitious. "That quilt I started yonks ago and got stuck on... the pieces and possible trims are filling up two big plastic boxes. I really ought to toss it and put away the fabric and then I'd be able to get, say, the two boxes of silk scraps off the floor and into the closet."
Well, whaddaya know, I'm not "stuck" any more. I've been happily stitching down cheesecloth "hair" on the floating figure.
A bit of background: this piece was inspired by a WWI poster based on the sinking of the
Lusitania and a poem by Elinor Wylie. I'll spare you the poem (for now) but here's a scan of the poster:
So, you see, the "hair" has to look as though it's floating. I'm reasonably happy with the result:
And sewing is a LOT more fun than folding fabric and deciding what to do with various odds and ends.
And now my cutting table looks like this:
But there was that moment, earlier today, when the table was actually clear of everything but a cutting mat, a ruler, an iron, and the box for Mistyfuse scraps.
I should have taken a picture.
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