Wednesday, October 13, 2010
But, as a self-taught sewer, I'm constantly stuggling with creating three dimensional fabric projects. Seams don't match-up. Stuffing spills out. Eyes look crossed. And another doll goes into what I lovingly call the "Frankenstein Pile". Once I've created the hideous creatures, I can't bring myself to throw them away. It's as if I've brought them to life and now I'm responsible for caring for them.
The funny thing is, as hard as I am on myself about my Frankenstein Pile, my daughter regularly comes into my studio and stands before it and looks longingly at it. She wants to adopt each and everyone. She thinks they are cute. To me they are record of my failure. To her, they are beautiful.