Hello, I’ve been thinking about sewing–I want to make a pillow. It’s delicious to consider. I fantasize about pillow making often! It comforts me.
A few months ago, I bought some inexpensive fabric from a thrift store, when we were on that trip to my homeland. The fabric is fun. We washed it, and I’ve used some to embroider upon.
Now I want to make a pillow. I’ve considered many shapes. Rectangular, round, or oval as a small pillow for between my knees, when I lie on my side to reduce my leg pain.
Sometimes I think I’d like to make more like a zafu, with depth to it, maybe stuffed with buckwheat hulls. I daydream and consider cutting out the fabric. But I didn’t have anything to fill it with.
ask and you shall receive
I considered asking a local friend if she has extra stuffing. Many people must need fill for their project, and are left with half a bag that sits around in a closet for years.
Then I asked for shoes and fill in an Ojai facebook group. Wow, less than 24 hours later, I have three pairs of shoes, three pillow forms, some buckwheat hulls, and a bag of polyfill. Pillow making is soon for me!
Thank you, generous strangers. You made my day. (The shoes are to protect my feet when I help with the chickens.)
When Ming and I were staying at airbnbs often, when we were without a home, they usually had an iron and ironing board. Seemed like a great way to iron a buncha fabric for sewing.
Other sewing thoughts… Recently I learned about a company in the UK that helps you design your own clothes.
Also there’s a place Hello Stitch that helps people learn how to sew, in the Bay Area. I’m curious about them. If Ming and I end up settling there, maybe I can sew more there?
I like to sew in my own way. Sewing machines stress me out. They’re too fast. I’m always afraid of mishaps. I feel joyfully slow and cautious.
Other people don’t own how to sew. Using thread to join cloth to cloth is an old thing to do. I can do it my own way, like leadership, art making, the creation of delicious smoothies. I can reinvent sewing in a way that works for me, respecting my own needs–my chronic pained body, my unique mind.
It’s important that I not feel bogged down by the past. Kinda like yoga. Am I doing it wrong? Well, does it feel good to my body and help me feel stronger? Someone had to make it up.
What if I made a new form of yoga, tai chi, or sewing? I’m a valid person too.
That’s my needle case with some needles I threaded in excitement, anticipating a fun pillow making time.