Any devotees of the blog will have heard a little about my ups and downs, inconvenient, irrational but not entirely uncommon amongst us creative types.
On the whole the ups make me super-productive and overflowing with ideas whereas the downs leave me lethargic and devoid of creative energy. I had a bit of what Mr Monster would call a ‘moment’ last night and have spent most of the day in bed and struggling to motivate myself.
We got to chatting about long-term plans to limit my downs and of course the conversation came round to monsters (as most of my conversations tend to do). We started throwing around some business ideas and we came up with a few possible leads. Despite my lethargy, Mr Monster who as always knows what is best for me, frogmarched me into the craft room, plied me with coffee and encouraged me to get sewing.
At first I struggled to get going but as soon as a monster started to take shape I forgot my black mood entirely and started to enjoy myself. The feeling of achievement I get from seeing a little character start to take shape is intensely satisfying and thoroughly worthwhile.
What I have learned today is most certainly that, along with coffee and cuddles, monsters are most definitely the best medicine
It’s currently half three in the morning, I am in my dressing gown with the cat going crazy climbing over my keyboard. Not ideal blogging conditions I agree….however, I felt compelled to write a little of what has been on my mind.
Anyone who knows me well will have experienced my little ups and downs. Inconvenient, irrational, tempestuous little storms which brew every now and then and catch me unawares. Despite being truly the happiest I have ever been since setting up camp with my marvellous Mr Monster, I have had more than my fair share of these over the last couple of weeks. Largely I put these little blips down to losing my confidence every now and then and it wasn’t until I settled down and picked up a needle and thread again for the first time in over a month that I realised how much my fabric monsters actually give me.
When an germ of an idea for a project forms in my mind it takes over completely, it grows and develops until I can see a blurry picture of what it might become. Once construction starts, my creature starts to dictate to me how its face should look, what embellishments it needs and tells me its name and the bare bones of its life story. When all this is going on I don’t have time to worry about those insignificant little things in life which bring us all down and with fabric and thread I feel confident, capable and in control.
The sense of satisfaction I get from welcoming a completed monster to the world just can’t be beaten and I realise now how much I had missed it. Now more than ever I am starting to understand that monstering is much more to me than just a hobby. I have a newfound determination to make something of it, to get my name known as a fabric artist, feature in magazines, write my own book……who knows. Rest assured you will be the first to hear about it.
Anyway…….enough soul searching, I’m going back to bed.