Have any of you ever made anything with your hands? Tried knitting, sewing, cross stitch, painting, quilting, or smocking? When I was growing up, my mother was not a very handy person. She knew how to do some hand crafts, but didn’t enjoy them, and hence didn’t pass the skills on to me.
Once I became an adult, I was introduced to the world of hand crafts by my mother-in-law, Deanna. She taught me to sew when I became pregnant, and I’ve appreciated that lesson to this day. Here’s a picture of me about 5 months pregnant with my first child and Deanna showing me how to run the machine. Note the lovely maternity jumper. I had only gained about 35 pounds. I say only, but I still had 3 more months to go. (This was the pregnancy that really started the weight gain!)
In any event, throughout the years I’ve enjoyed the process of sewing, smocking, and scrap booking. It’s fun to take a piece of flat fabric, cut it apart, sew it together, and see a (hopefully) beautiful creation. Last night, my daughter was cutting out some fabric that she is using to make a dress for the Runway for a Cure to benefit breast cancer awareness. As I was watching her, I had a picture of weight loss.
Fabric on a bolt is all wrapped up, tight and restricted. When I was fat, I was wrapped up in layers of fat and felt restricted.
Unrolling the fabric reveals it’s full beauty and potential. Unrolling the layers of emotion surrounding my weight showed me the beauty that was still inside.
Cutting the fabric apart is necessary to make something new. Taking myself and allowing myself to cut out some of the bad habits and emotional baggage I was carrying around was hard, but needed.
Pinning the fabric together before you sew a seam helps get things set for the final product. Sometimes when I was developing new habits, they were just pinned together temporarily, but the pins could slip out until the final habit was set.
Sewing the seams together gives a strong bond, one that will last for a lifetime if properly taken care of. Stitching each new habit, choice, and desire together made me stronger. The habits are locked together like stitches, and can last a lifetime if I take care of myself properly.
The final work and joy of sewing is wearing or using the garment. The final work in weight loss for me was being able to finally be comfortable in the skin I was in, using my body to its potential, and sharing the joy with other people.
Just like Deanna shared her knowledge and experience with me, I share my thoughts with you. But it doesn’t stop there. You share your thoughts and experiences with other people, and the circle widens. One stitch at a time. Where are you in the process of creating something beautiful? Can you see yourself being stitched together, one choice at a time? Diane