… and you’re sure to find a use for it. One of my mothers favourite sayings.
There I was, attempting to tidy our garage, a daunting task given the towers of containers that made the journey from California to New Zealand and have not been opened in four years. Some of them are full of fabrics, you know, the remnants you can’t possibly throw away, because you love them too much or just in case….
In one of the boxes I found this pillow that I made seven years ago, to display on the sofa at my store. I wasn’t happy with it at the time, so I put it aside but luckily, didn’t throw it away, because now I rather like it! My passion for Tivaevae knows no bounds, and this was my idea for a knit version. The pattern is anthurium. What a lesson for me, not to throw out projects I’m not quite happy with when I finish them. When I let some time elapse, I often decide I like it after all. It’s happened many times.
The pillow looks like this on the back side. Simple stripes.
If anyone would like to make my tivaevae pillow, email me and I’ll scan the graph and send it to you.
In other news, David brought this home the other day, having paid good money to the charming owner of Le Petit Village, the shop on Great North Road with the huge collection of vintage French flotsam and jetsam. A road sign, I hear you thinking, how “unique”. Let me explain.
We live on a very narrow street which our delightful neighbours from the suburb over the hill have decided is a shortcut to town. They race along our street at the local speed limit which is 50 kph, often clipping the side mirrors of cars parked at the curb. We are the annoying people who stand outside our gate and wave to the passing cars to prompt them to slow down. They usually speed up when we do this. So David decided to take matters in hand and buy us our own sign to erect on the lamp post outside, until the City hears our pleas. We worry about small children.
The sign got me thinking. I tried putting it on the wall outside my workroom. I kind of like it. It has a certain Andy Warhol-ish appeal. Maybe I’ll keep it there and it will remind me to slow down whenever I walk by.
The drivers on our street are on a mission, sometimes with cell phone in hand. They’re focussed on getting there, wherever there is, and not on their surroundings. I confess I’ve been one of them.
Slowing down is good for us. My doctor told me that a good way to eat less is to eat slowly and consciously, to savour and chew my food thoroughly. Eating too quickly is a bad habit I fall into, often because I’m thinking about the next thing I have to do. Much of the time I’m working on a knitting project, so you’d think I’d be plenty slow, but even with knitting, I tend to try to be in a hurry because there’s always another project begging to be made.
So that’s my New Year’s resolution, to slow down, smell the
…gardenias, and appreciate every wonderful little and large detail of my life.
Thank you to all who read my blog and to everyone who comments. Your enthusiasm and your stories inspire me.
Happy New Year! Best wishes to everyone for a very special 2011!