Something about sewing, knitting, crochet – or perhaps any craft anyone ever undertakes seriously – leaves me feeling like I am always a beginner. So often, the beautiful things I see made by other people leave me feeling like I lack skill or ability. But that’s not true at all. At least, so say my family and friends. Every once in a while, a strong little inner voice chimes in as well, but usually I’m left feeling like I’ll never learn. But it turns out that I’ve been learning for quite a while.
We’re back in Nijmegen now, but what an amazing trip home. It was our best in years. I particularly enjoyed having a project to work on besides clothing and entertaining the family. My thoughts constantly returned to getting this site and my little business started. As a result, it seemed like inspiration was everywhere. There were so many pretty things to see – there were bags to examine and fabrics to admire. There were colors to fall in love with and patterns in nature that I’d never noticed before. It was a treat and filled me up with things to think about for the coming weeks.
I’ve been buying fabric these past few days. Lots and lots of fabric. It is so much fun to have permission (at last?!) to walk into a really nice fabric shop and pick out a dozen or so bolts of fabric, take them to the cutting table, and ask for a quarter yard of each. It’s also pretty darn scary.