I’ve been blessed by the fabric gods with enough scraps to keep me busy for a while and I’ve been really loving playing with them.
There’s something about the constraint of only using the scraps at hand that brings me alive. I’ve actually been trying to leave them alone as much as possible too - no cutting, just making what’s there fit.
What if everything belongs? What if everything fits? What if everything has a place, and a place to flourish?
And there’s this other thing I like about working with “trash”: making beauty out of something that served no other function before. Beauty is a function. We need it.
Beauty helps us form relationships - to our world, to each other. When we see beauty in the world, we recognize it, because we know it in ourselves.
This makes us feel at home.
This makes us feel like we belong. We do.