I went on a wild tear today, following the rabbit down the hole of inspiration, feeling the joy of creativity for the first time since…how many days ago did I make the feltilocks? Two weeks ago. The dry spells are hard on me, but probably worse for those that have to live with me. It is amazing how fluid I feel on days like this. There is an endorphine rush that comes from imagining something, making it and then seeing it just the way you imagined it.
The idea started with three large pieces of heathered charcoal felt, I set aside yesterday. After working all day to create the felt, I decided to back out of a custom order for some extremely large felt boxes. Working on these three pieces of grey felt wore me down, physically and emotionally. I love the wool from Harrisville Designs for the beautiful texture and interesting color blends, but there is no doubt that it is a tough wool to felt. By the time I finished the third piece, my elbows and forearms ached. The order was for three boxes, requiring fifteen identical squares. In this busy season, I didn’t have the mental fortitude or the hours to commit.
The dried pieces of felt jumped at me this morning as soon as I came downstairs. I can’t even trace the source of the inspiration, probably seeing the bowl of felt leaves as I sewed the pinbacks on a batch of completed felt flower brooches.
After finishing the first two, I wasn’t sure where to go next. Rather than making a rash decision, I walked away from the sewing machine to document the finished pieces. Suddenly, it occured to me, as I was stuffing the rectangles just what I wanted to do. Bright circles were the perfect counterpoint to the more subdued colors I chose for the rectangles.
Sometimes when the weather is grey and the days blend into each other, you just have to grab the tail of inspiration and follow it, even if it means setting aside the schedule. There will be plenty of time for jumping back on the wagon tomorrow.