I got back into the sewing room this week, cleared the debris from the space immediately around my machine and put some seams together. Awhile later, I emerged with this recommendation: Next time you're feeling irritable or out of sorts, make a binding. It cures all manner of ills, trust me.
|Scrappy binding for the H2H Quilt|
A simple task like that is what you want when you're in one of those moods—something not at all complicated, but one that nudges your brain out of whatever gear its been spinning in. I think you'll find that once you've finished pressing and winding the colorful yardage of your creation, you feel not only relaxed but productive and ready to move on. It's true. You can Google it.
(And what would those search terms be, I wonder? The "I-hate-everything binding cure"? How about "Zen finding by minding your binding"?)
What also helps is when the doctor says your husband's fractures have started to heal and he can get rid of the hip immobilizer and start to bear weight and do some PT. This was our good news on Thursday. Hopefully, by this time next month, he will only be using a cane or—why not aim high?—no assistive device at all.
Norm admitted to being a bit anxious about shedding the immobilizer at first. I'm sure some people want to fling the thing out an upper window when they're done with it, but he actually felt secure and supported. I imagine it's like having to wear the big elastic compression bandage around your midsection 24/7 after a C-section, and when you finally take it off, it feels like your guts are going to fall out on the floor. Or maybe that was just me.
While I worked yesterday afternoon on the computer, I heard him chinking around the house on his crutches, testing his freed-up extremity minus the Storm Trooper getup. And so far, so good.
Beyond the binding—and I guess I've really been talking about different types here, but back to fabric—I went on to make another scrappy string ring (Dresden). Oh, they're so fun! Especially when working with some scraps from friends. They all played nicely together.
Sometimes I get a fleeting moment of hesitation as I put mint green next to olive next to grass green in these assemblages. But then all I have to do is look out a window or simply recall our drive through the Wisconsin landscape on the way to the doctor Thursday. It's spring here, and that means varying shades of green bursting forth, all mixing together beautifully, along with barn reds, silo whites, and gravel grays. Even the sky is various shades of blue. It all works.