Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

My Summer Project

Occasionally the idea of doing something creative will be charged by seeing a photo, talking to someone about a new way of doing things or reading about innovative projects. A small germ of interest soon grows into a full blown desire to jump right in and start creating...

Not so with this summer's activity, - the germ has been around for a long time. Ten years at least since I started collecting beautiful jewel coloured silk shirts with the idea of using them in some splendidly sensuous recycling adventure.

I bought them at the Bargain Centre, - people saved them for me, - I would receive small parcels of beautiful silken garments (silk shorts for men, fancy blouses and shirts, the odd skirt or pair of trousers.) I treasured them all, and here is part of the magnificent stash I have accumulated.


In the last few years it has grown increasingly embarrassing when friends inquire about the status of the silken stash, and I have to admit that although it is growing, the time is just not right to commence the weaving process. Research, - oh yes. Lots of dreams and nebulous plans, but no action as of now.

As Mary Todd Lincoln has been quoted, "my evil genius Procrastination has whispered me to tarry til a more convenient season"

On the other hand, Mark Twain (ever wise and practical) has said "twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the Trade Wind in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."

It was the 'twenty years' that brought me up short. Twenty years from now I expect that weaving up a great stash of silk ribbons will be far beyond me, and if they are not to be an eternal embarrassment to me it is high time I quit dreaming and "wove the straw into gold" to paraphrase Rumpelstiltskin.

First, of course, there is the Research. A dangerous delight in itself. It can so easily turn into a project all on its own.

I have some lovely ideas. Bags, small rugs, cushion covers, some twice woven silk chenille, finely woven coverlets, or vests....the list is endless, but the details have not yet taken form.

I find a picture of a lovely silk durry and upon examination I envision the width of the silken ribbons I must cut from these slippery silk garments... It inspires me to the point where I am not discouraged about the task, and am moved to go and find the cloth pad and cutter which my sister once gave me (somehow foreseeing this special need for it...)

If you stick around or drop in occasionally I will let you know how goes the battle between Inspiration and Procrastination. What better time to face the foe and end up with some gorgeous Christmas gifts and a quiet conscience.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her rose
s to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast.
- Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnets: January


HERE IS A POIGNANT LITTLE POEM WHICH I THINK IS TELLING US THAT NOTHING GOOD COMES WITHOUT HARDSHIP, - THAT BEAUTY IS BORN OF SUFFERING, THAT FOR HEAVENS SAKES, IF WE WANT THE ROSES OF JUNE WE'D BETTER APPRECIATE THE SNOWS OF JANUARY.

That's all very well, but this snow has been around since November, and we've put up with it long enough!!!

I scan the weather forecast for some sign of encouragement, but there is nothing in the future except more cold weather.

When Spring does decide to favour us, about March or April, she dallies on her way, waving one day from the top of a mountain, and then disappearing from view and sending a storm in her stead. Why am I even thinking so far ahead???

Well, in my heart of hearts I know why. I am drifting through January, oblivious to the resolve that in my imagination saw the warp on my loom finally finished, and a beautiful silk warp in its place.

One can easily see the length of warp that is left on the loom, and the state of the green linen tea towel that I have to stop and minister to with a flax solution to keep it from shredding..... It is five of a series of six, so the end is in sight, but the days are going by, one by one, while I dither and dream.

In the evenings I go through photographs that I need to scan and enter into the Power Point genealogy program that was due for Christmas distribution to family members, but it is a desultory occupation, and my enthusiasm is dampened by the sheer numbers of snaps we have taken, or have had sent to us. Wonderful to have, but where, oh where, is the particular one you are looking for!!!

Am I suffering enough to deserve those roses of June? Not yet, - not yet!

But I am procrastinating, and O, Procrastination,

They name is Blog!!!