There’s thread and fabric everywhere, the carpet’s full of fluff
Another 20 metres came…like this lot’s not enough.
“A restful day” I promised me, of gentle needlework…
Yet here I scrabble frantically where thread and needle lurk.
I’m not a seamstress, never was, and yet I volunteered…
Some seven metres later, yep, I’ll just admit, I’m weird.
What could possess me to step in, I, who sew with burnt thread?
I look about the mayhem here in orange, white and red.
There is a little ray of light, the pile of sashes grows,
Three robes are hanging on the wall…one more to make of those.
For someone who can’t sew at all and never made a frock
I must admit I’ve not done bad and that is quite a shock.
Just shows you, sometimes that we say ‘I can’t’ and ‘No can do’,
So often, that without a thought, we then believe it too.
If you’d have asked a while ago I never would have guessed
Than all these scintillating things could come from such a mess.
And yet, from mayhem and despair, a finished pile arises
Perhaps I’ll just have to admit I’m still full of surprises.
It’s quite an education, this, to find that I can sew…
I’m sort of glad I waded in, or I would never know.
It rather makes me wonder, now, what else I have refused
Because I was afraid to fail, emerging sore and bruised,
When ego was the only risk and not of great concern,
I guess it only proves the point, it’s not too late to learn.
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This is very amusing, and sounds so like my life with sewing moments! 😀
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*digs her way out from under 8 yards of handloom silk*.. The dog thinks it is hilarious.. she keeps chasing the fabric. I may have to retire upstairs.. not easy cutting a straight line with a dog digging everything up.
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No – mischievous dogs and sewing definitely don’t mix!! 😆
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She is now brandishing the recycled plastics at me, asking me to play, bless her.
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Erm… where ARE you finding all the time… 😮
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Time, my friend, is a construct of the mind. Having lost mine somewhere, it no long applies 🙂
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lol Ani probably has it tucked under all that fabric somewhere… 😉
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Buried in the mud, more like.. saving it to dig up at the most inconvenient moment 🙂
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😀
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This is such a cute poem, but it contains a profound message 🙂 Now I’m wondering what might have been had my ego not decided against certain pursuits.
A valuable lesson, thanks for sharing!
Rohan.
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You’re welcome, Rohan.. and thank you for the Tweet 🙂
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The colours and fabric textures remind me of a pre raphaellite painting
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Oddly enough, the symbolism of that era and of Art Deco seem to have become a recurring theme in the School.
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