I suppose as you get older it is obvious that you will have to say farewell to loved ones. I know we are not alone in this but sadly we have lost some of our dearest friends at the age of 50. I was talking to a lady of 78 the other day and she told me that 50 is a very dangerous age for men. Well, I do not know whether this theory of hers has any medical basis at all but it certainly rings true with me.
My eldest daughters partners mother lost her husband two years years ago and she has struggled with her loss enormously. They had only been married for just eight years and their days were full of happiness and joy. It often seems to me, it is not the big things which are the hardest to deal with. Banks, insurances, finances have to be addressed. But, favourite shirts. That's another issue.
Well. A friend of hers suggested that the shirts should be transformed into something joyous. Bunting. Flags which could be hung to celebrate,commiserate and just giving some fluttering joy.
Of course this gem of an idea had to have a practical solution. A sewing machine and someone who actually likes making bunting. I have it hanging in my garden all summer long. And I was delighted to help with such a special, precious commission . To begin with I did feel a little bit sad taking the rotary cutter to such special shirts.
But soon it was obvious the pennants were growing beautifully. And by leaving little reminders of their roots the bunting became more and more special. A button hole here,a pocket there. Just lovely.
I like double sided bunting best with smallish gaps between the individual pennants . This new sewing machine makes sewing a joy. 40 flags, 10 in each pattern . So bright and cheery.
There was still some fabric left over and I thought about this lovely lady. She has travelled a lot since her husbands death. Well, bunting is not that portable. So, I thought about a little drawstring bag and zipped along quickly.
Perfect for packing bits and pieces. I lined it so it would make a great wash bag. Or just a place to put your favourite things. All going well but there was still some squares left. I sat and thought a bit more. Bunting to celebrate,a bag to travel with..... But what might you miss the most. Probably someone to cuddle up with. Something soft to lean on whilst watching TV. Something soft to lean against when reading or just dreaming .
The last squares made this.
A soft cushion.
I think some tears may be spilled when these fabric gifts are opened. Poignant tears that quietly speak of dreams,life and desires. Feelings o personal no one else can share them. But, I hope such sadness may be alleviated just a little bit by the transformation of such favourite shirts.