I know I’ve mentioned before about how messy my sewing room gets at the end of a project. Looking at a confused sprawl of cast off supplies and fabric scraps gives me a slight headache, an uneasy feeling and a strong desire to clean. All three feelings are a little foreign to me (particularly cleaning; housekeeper of the year I’m not) and something just feels amiss. Sometimes when I look at mess like that, I feel the same way as when I come to the end of a good book; kind of sad that the story has ended.
The act of creating is much like a story. There’s a beginning a middle and an end. There’s preparation and planning; sketching out ideas and trying new methods. And there’s always an internal dialog moving you, often in all sorts of directions; sometimes not where you expected to go. It’s all part of the process.
But there’s a difference between confused mess and organized chaos. Organized chaos inspires me. When I look at it, I can see that there’s something there just waiting to be created. This is what organized chaos looks like for me at the moment.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between mess and chaos and you might look at that photo and think it’s just a huge mess; a jumble of fabrics and bits and pieces. But the deciding factor is how it makes you feel when you look at it. For now I’m inspired and I have vision and can see so much potential just waiting there and not enough hours in the day to play with it all. I know there will be an ending, but it’s not today and I’m so grateful for that.
PS – This chaos is courtesy of upcoming online embellishing classes. Details can be found here.
