Today my sewing machine has been spewing out sparrows and my neck and upper arms feel a little as though I’ve been spending my day trying to catch a flock. Apparently, when I machine embroider my head moves in the opposite direction from my hands so as I sew round and round my head moves about like a nodding dog. I was blissfully unaware of this until Gilly pointed it out at a craft night. Since then I have been trying to quell my involuntary sewing movements and find myself with more aches and pains than ever.
This little flock are emerging for various shops around the British isles and will ultimately become brooches once the findings have arrived.
I keep having to bless my sewing machine as it is working so incredibly hard for me at the moment and with no audible complaint. Tomorrow wrens will emerge and then a vast number of nests. By god, my studio is turning into an embroidered bird sanctuary.
I remembered today that the applications for Origin has to be in by the end of February. Should I apply this year? I wonder whether this collection is going to be high brow and sophisticated enough for the applied arts royalty that assess applications. I know the look they like (by god I’ve done it enough times to know), and I’m not sure tweed chickens and their farmyard friends will be it. Well…no harm in trying, it’s a bloody good show for sales and a rare gem of an event for it’s loyal customer base who come with money in their pockets and an understanding of the realistic price of applied arts.