Why do we fall?
Well… It’s been about two months since my last post.
If you have read any of my past posts, you may know about our home, and my studio, flooding. Just as I started to get my creative groove on in my new space, everything was ruined. My desk drawers filled with water, which meant that all of my crafting supplies; colorful paper, fabric scraps, glue, markers and colored pencils, etc., were ruined. And that’s just a small taste of the things that were ruined. I can’t even quantify the damage that was done, because I honestly haven’t been able to force myself to go through everything yet. It’s too painful.
I spent years dreaming about that space, months planning and building it, and I only got to use it for a few weeks before everything got soaked. It was a very emotional time for me.
Since then, not only did we have the busiest summer that I’ve ever had, I also just didn’t feel very creative. It was almost like that flood washed away more than just my hard work, it washed away my desire to make anything new. I’m slowly coming around and starting to make things again, but it has been a struggle. I couldn’t even bring myself to write – something that I love! – because I felt that I didn’t have anything worthy to say.
Well, worthy or not, here it is. I decided that the only way to get back in the saddle again would be to force myself to make something. And, from my experience as a college student, there is no better way to force yourself into making something than to take a class. So I am.
I signed up for a 10-week Fashion Sewing class, which may seem a bit out of the blue, if you’ve been following my work thus-far, but it actually makes a lot of sense. I believe that the skills I will pick up or improve on in this class will only strengthen my upholstery skills. Not only that, I think that being in a class will kick-start my creative potential again, and I’ll be making things again in no time. That’s my hope, anyways.
As I stepped back from making things for the summer, selfishly indulging in my sadness over my ruined studio, I poured all of my frustration and excess energy into house renovations (on a home that wasn’t mine), and into plans for our homestead and next year’s gardens. Although these were worthy endeavors, which needed to be focused on, I feel that I will soon be ready to spend some time re-organizing my space, and hope that in the new year I will be able to reinstate my studio practice. After all: Why do we fall? – So that we can get back up.