Dare I say it? Finally, spring has arrived. “I thought it would never get here,” one of my neighbors remarked as I walked by his house Sunday afternoon. I commiserated.
Despite last week’s snow (yes, snow), a few tulips, daffodils and hyacinths adorn gardens along my route. In our own shaded rock garden, cheerful miniature daffodils greet me as I enter the back door to our kitchen. Buds on our Callery Pear are swelling, and there is a reddish mist on the maples down the street.
Best of all, I am starting to shed my warm layers. I even walked with my coat open on Sunday. Without gloves. Miraculous.
In a burst of my own creative energy, I decided to start a new sewing project. I haven’t considered anything that hand intensive for about a year, now. The project is a light-weight, unstructured coat for transitional weather. I found it online, a pattern you download and print. It took me a few hours after I returned from my walk to piece together the tiled segments, then cut out each piece and mark with sewing construction notes.
On Monday, a few fabric swatches I’d ordered arrived in the mail. They are luscious, lovely wool tweeds, but I’m not yet certain if there will be enough yardage available for the coat (end of season bolts). So I will keep looking.
What pleased me the most, so far, is that the process of assembling the pattern pieces—aligning and cutting and taping—was both manageable and fun. No hand problems or pain. I know this is going to take some time to finish. I hope it won’t be fall before I’m done. But that’s the beauty of sewing a coat for transitional seasons; even if it takes me all summer to complete, I’ll be able to wear it when I’m finished.
As with everything I do now, I have to refigure how to use my hands post-surgery. Pacing myself through a sewing project is essential. I don’t want to mess up my hands in the process. But I also don’t want to avoid one of my favorite creative hobbies for fear of hurting myself.
Spring has arrived late this year. We may still have some chilly set-backs. I can’t recall when I last pulled out my sewing machine and serger—at least a year has passed. With longer days and warmer weather, I’m ready to try again.
Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com.