time travel without a delorian

Dear Audy,

Oh Audy, lately it has been sucking to be me. It has been sucking to be me in a kingly manner (If you came in late....I have RSD in my right foot & ankle and I'm recovering from a hip operation on the other side). My stupid hip leg isn't enjoying physio at all, to the point where now my knee isn't tracking properly and the stupid thing is buggered from hip to toe...I hate my legs!! Audy, if your legs are OK, use them....use them now....use them much....appreciate them.

Hence, with all my owies, I have been restricted from my sewing machine again! Poor Miss Bonnie (bag currently in creation) is not impressed. Neither is Ada, who is stuck on the easel waiting for me to be able to sit up properly. I am having an owie induced creative slump....stupid owies.

And so....I have decided to take you back, Audy. Way, way back, into the distant past...when I was but a young novice....young, naïve, pimpled & pudgy. I wanted to learn to sew. I wanted to learn to make clothes that would fit and something different so that everyone would think I was awesome (teenage priorities). I experimented. Fluffy leopard print pants. I dabbled. Bright pink snakeskin pants. I ruled. Years passed...interests waned and ebbed. The day came when I wanted to make a bag. I wanted a pretty bag and I wanted it to be all my own.

I rejected ideas to look for a pattern, to ask for help. I took my determined little self out and bought material, ribbon and some pretty buttons. I pinned out the shape I wanted, round, so I traced a kitchen plate. I wanted a frilly part and so I folded and ironed and pinned, folded and ironed and pinned. I barricaded myself in Mum's sewing room. I interfaced and I stitched and I ironed and I sewed. Eventually, I had created my little treasure. This was pre my figuring out to line things properly and thus is full of little zig zagged edges....but it's special to me and I'm thinking I'm going to rehash this design sometime.

I call her Candy.

Candy, Candy, Candy I can't let you go. All my life, you're haunting me, I love you sooo.

Like you can say Candy without singing that.

Love & Owies

Caf