I love to sew things by hand. I feel so much more connected to my work than when I am using a machine. Plus, it is mobile. Besides, I am a little bit afraid of my sewing machine just as I am a little bit afraid of my car and my Cuisanart.
I first saw it on our friend’s blog and fell in love with it. Ideas crystallised; fabrics picked out. Like many of creavtive projects (rarely a shortage), they are just ideas buried in mind. So, at 2:30 this morning, breaking from my dear pal (my laptop), I cut out a few patterns, pulled out my little sewing basket, and put my own spin on a soft tree, so red.
I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree so deep,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.
I shall put no flowers above his head,
Nor stone at his feet,
For the mouth I loved so much