So there is obviously the physical things.. My body – in whatever shape it may be – I have the ability to affect that obviously, but the bumps and scars are along for the ride now, echoing past mishaps, misfortunes, and missteps. There is my mental state – whatever that may be.
And above all – there is my fabric. Ha ha! Actually, there is a good part of my collection that is “vintage” or aged appropriately and long enough that maybe it is time to allow it to play with others and become something wonderful. My fabric, and love of it, and of colour, has perhaps become a bit more refined with age (like the wines I enjoy) but there are some favourites that I may not yet be ready to cut apart. We shall see.
My fabric does come with hopes and dreams. It was part of some grandiose plans. Earmarked for that special cat quilt. Collected for a gift that hasn’t been completed yet. It also comes with accessories. Manipulation instruments to break the fabric down and build it back up again.
Acquisition of said fabric was not instant, so of course, being hard won in some cases, it needs to come forward to see what adventures it might support in the upcoming years. The partaking of fabric purchase was often with friends and involved much laughter, a bit of cajoling, some fabric envy, even a bit of instigation to have amassed such a vast and unique collection. Part of my personality is reflected in said collection. Will I not be myself if I were to no longer have it – well – I would still be me. But, it does hold potential.
So… what does my brain have planned for this riotous dance of cottons and silks?
You just wait and see. We haven’t even pushed the boundaries of that exploration yet….