Last week I wrote about the fuzzy lips sewing kit that I did in seventh grade. I found another project, a pillow, that I designed myself out of the scraps of cloth my grandmother had in her sewing room. I used her sewing machine, too. I’m surprised at my thirteen-year-old self’s ingenuity and creativity. It seems like when we are younger, we have less fear in taking risks with our creativity. I believe as we age, we are more afraid of what good creative things we can produce. Anyway, I’m going off on a tangent. Still, it’s food for thought.
I did try to quilt the pillow here, but was unsuccessful or just gave up on it, I don’t know. I think someone suggested it, but I chickened out half way through. Oh, well. The funny thing about each of the patches, I had clothing made from most of these pieces as a child, courtesy of my grandmother. I had this awesome jumper from the white, green and frog fabric. The yellow and blue on in the upper left corner of the pillow was cut from the same fabric as a favorite play clothing set of mine. I can recall my grandmother having clothing herself from the yellow, yellow flowered, and blue and white striped fabric. Out of the blue plaid one, Grandma had other clothing made from it, but I also designed myself a bag that I wish I could find and show you here.
I love this pillow, and I think I’m going to rip out the “quilting,” rip open the seam to stuff it better, and perhaps make it a bit more. Something that my younger and current self have collaborated on. Perhaps that creativity is still in there that I had as a kid.