I am addicted to textiles. Please don’t misunderstand me. I am by no means a ‘hoarder’. Towering piles of neatly folded & color coordinated fabrics line the walls, obstacle courses of yarn piles challenge my steps and sari silks drape gracefully over the furniture and windows. There are bowls of overflowing buttons and ribbons on every solid surface, avalanches of thread bobbins each time I open a cupboard…ahhh, but a girl can dream can’t she?
There is a happy synapse reaction that occurs in my brain when I walk into a fabric store. The colours! The textures! The sheer possibilities! I honestly don’t understand why more people don’t break into spontaneous song and dance in the aisles. I think part of my problem (or awesomeness) is that I can look at any piece of fabric and envision it as a finished product of some sort. The inspiration and creative juices that start flowing whilst walking though a Fabricland can be overwhelming. So many pretty fabrics to be made into prettier things! How can I pick just one to take home?! Impossible!
More recently, I have been introduced to knitting. Thankfully, I have not excelled at it as much as other crafts. I say thankfully because I have a hard enough time putting the bright pink, soft, fluffy mohair yarn back on the shelf, as it is. (sigh) If I realistically thought I could make more than my standard floppy hats and matching scarves, I would quickly acquire a mountain of yarn that functioned more as a luxurious napping zone.
I appreciate the work that goes into handmade items. But I take it to the extreme (mostly out of stubbornness, I admit). I’ll sketch out my idea with the written details and then create the pattern, all before I can start sewing. This is where the process gets slowed down and the fabric starts piling up. Of course I can reuse a pattern more than once but that gets boring quickly. A change in fabric calls for design variations; modifications turn into a whole new finished product. Fortunately, fabric is patient (except for the slippery stuff…organza waits for nobody).
To be fair, I try to use what I have and I go through my bins of textiles when a new project comes to me. It may be an addiction but it is my muse at the same time. And so, I can’t let it get me down. I just have to work with it and work through it.
If you too have an addiction to textiles and are ready to clear them out of your crafting tickle trunk, please forward them to Stephie B. c/o Let It Unravel, P.O. Box…
Stephanie Bergeron is a textile addict, sewing machine user extraordinaire and a master with craft glue. When she isn’t creating she can be found in the Westboro neighbourhood of Ottawa, Ontario where she works as a registered massage therapist at Kneaded Touch. Stephanie is a reiki practitioner and has also received specialized training in prenatal massage, CranioSacral Therapy Levels I & II, SomatoEmotional Release Level I & II and CranioSacral for Pediatrics. Stephanie has also volunteered and been a part of Ladyfest Ottawa (a woman-organized music and arts festival) for a number of years.