Yesterday I was feeling pretty heavy and discombobulated, after a few vexing days -- on top of Everything Happening In The World, you know. It has lately felt like life consists of little other than the endless grind of stuff I really don't want to do, but have to do anyway, and unpleasantness, and worry. I knew I needed to do something fun. Something for me and not for other people. So I decided to make some little pillows for my doll furniture. I'm in a miniatures phase right now and recently reacquainted myself with the other little cushions and crochet blankets I made in years past. I've only made a few cushions, actually!! I think three? So I decided I need to make scads more!
I found this floral fabric with a very small scale (so satisfying when you're working with doll stuff!!) in my stash and also remembered that last year my wonderful friend Anne sent me a whole little box full of really fun sewing/crafting notions! Miniature buttons in every imaginable color, lots of trims of various sorts, little silk flowers, jump rings -- even more than I can name off the top of my head. It was so exciting to bust out all these extra materials and find the ideal pom-pom trim!! The olive color matched the tiny leaves in this floral fabric PERFECTLY!
So, I intended to make a square pillow and a round pillow. Figuring out how to add the pompom trim to a pillow kind of blew my little dumb sewing mind. I began to sew it on but realized belatedly that once I turned the pillow right-side-out to stuff, the trim would be stuck on the inside of the pillow. Order of operations in sewing really matters and I have messed this up on many occasions in the past. So I ended up just finishing sewing on the trim to one of my circles of fabric and deciding it could be a little tablecloth of some sort!
It fits this little antique store wicker table pretty exactly! (For the circle shapes I was using, I literally traced around the bottom of a can of cranberry sauce. Use what you got!)
On the second go at the round pillow, I managed to figure out the method needed to sew the pompom trim between my two fabric circles. It was sort of tough when it came time to turn the pillow out properly and stuff it, because I had about an inch of pompom trim to tuck between the now right-side-out fabric layers and also I needed to try and fold the fabric layers in on themselves as well. It made for a very rough patch of visible stitching (in the picture below you can see it along the bottom of the pillow) because I don't really know stitches or techniques to better deal with this kind of thing. I think it is neither noticeable nor important, haha. These little pillows are just photography/video/setup props.
On the square pillow, I randomly decided to attach an applique I found in my stash. I got a bunch of these little miniature doily appliques from the Michael's dollar section ten years ago (at least) and I still have a few packets of them. I was going to pop a button in the middle of the pillow anyway, because I like that look, and decided to make the button the middle of the flower shape. Eeee!
I just had myself the best little time sewing yesterday. I kept thinking, "I am just having the time of my life right now!" It was such a profound balm to my sore and ragged soul.
I've mentioned this a couple of times, I feel like (here and there), but it is difficult to thrive amongst continuous news cycles and social media algorithms that bury you in bad news on the daily. That is by design, because scary and negative things get a lot of attention. More views, more clicks, more discussion. One way people try to protect themselves and deal with scary things is by knowing everything possible, to feel prepared and in-the-know about the latest horrific development in the news or in more random internet rabbitholes -- whatever. But then their algorithms get trained to feed them more of that stuff, until it feels like the entire world is a horror show consisting of nothing but awful people and conspiracies and the latest thing certain evil people said. I'm not strictly talking politics, although that's a huge part of it. But even seemingly positive things like staying self-educated with regards to health topics can get twisted by the algorithm into health fear-mongering and distrust in medical professionals, et cetera. Most people aren't being careful with what they digest online, or considering their sources.
I have a couple of family members sucked into this type of self-perpetuating engine. Constantly sucking down soul poison. I do care about the state of the world and about my fellow humans; I care about corruption and injustice and evil. And I will vote against them, and protest against them, and live my life according to the things I believe are good and right. But just don't want to think about and discuss the latest alarming development in an ongoing bad news cycle every single day. I just can't inject myself with soul-killing stuff on the daily. Maybe a lot of people are stronger than me and can do that without huge mental health ramifications. But I can't. I have to want to live in this world. I have to live in a brain, a body, that works against me and tells me enough bad things already. I have to use my limited time on this planet in a way that makes me glad to be here. If I'm not feeding my soul, if I am not nourishing it with the things it needs, then it is not just sitting around, stalling in neutral, unharmed. No. It is getting constantly worn down and damaged by outside forces and it will ultimately wither and die. I have to, I have to, take care of it. Or else what is the POINT of anything.
I am expressing this here instead of just dropping a fun little post with some pics and vamoosing because Cure Touch is entirely emblematic, to me, of my constant, consistent choice to try and center any joy I can for myself. I have needed it for that purpose since its inception. And I need to reiterate its purpose now. And my purpose. To myself, if almost no one else. For a long while now my about page has stated: "I believe creating and defining happiness for yourself, and in maintaining a healthy relationship with online content." I wrote that, I'm pretty sure, ten-plus years ago. Curating and being intentional with the online sphere has only become more vital. It has become harder, too.
And I am posting all this with this post because I am being so serious and for real when I say that making little pillows for my doll furniture was so good for my soul. It made me so happy. I was hurting for something like this activity.
I am going to make some more soon.
