You would be wrong.
What I have learned the last week or two, while working slowly yet quickly, diligently and recklessly, is more about myself then my sewing skills. I have found myself engaged in a conversation in my head about why I can let go and not expect perfection in regards to something like a quilt that I make with my own hands and STILL regard it as beautiful but not have the same outlook on the beauty that is just me. Why can’t I let go and not expect perfection in myself?
And I have noticed that all around me while I ponder this question, I see, read and hear answers. Answers that tell me to let go. To be myself.
For instance, I love to get style ideas from Pinterest. So many of these collected images of clothes I would love to wear are so inspiring creatively. To show me ways of bringing some of the creativity I love in my house to my wardrobe. The only problem is that a lot of these ideas don’t work with my figure, my colouring, or my lifestyle (can we say jeans, jeans & more jeans?). And the other thing I have learned about myself is that I like, nay LOVE, white shirts. Peasant shirts, embroidered shirt, gathered shirts, tanks, tees, what have you, if it is white, I am drawn to it like a bear to honey. A friend actually pointed out this tendency while shopping. I think I touched every white shirt that day.
So for me, in my lessons from quilting, I have decided to embrace the white shirt. I have decided to allow myself to buy the white shirts I love even if (or when) I become ‘that girl who is always in a white shirt’. Why not? Why do I have to hold myself to some other measure? Why can’t I dress the way I want to, regardless of what is currently in fashion or even in the stores (one plus for knowing how to sew). Why hold myself to those standards when they aren’t ‘me’?
I don’t want to fit the mold, I want to break it. I want to teach my kids by example that you don’t have to take yourself so seriously, you don’t have to do, wear or think how others do. Be true to yourself.
And I plan on starting now.