This is me.
Some of you out there may know me as Heather and yet off to the side it says Bruyère, which for those of you who may not know is French for heather and well, I just kinda of like it because it is unique and different, kind of like me.
So here lately I have been somewhat at a loss as to what do with myself.
Here in November of this past year I wrapped up taking classes towards my BA which was a huge feat considering the crazy insane life I have. I’m only teaching one day a week and only for a few hours. I have gone on a few interviews which I think, feel have gone fairly well and yet nothing has panned out.
It was while running around the house the other day trying to do the millions of things I have to do and doing them all simultaneously before everyone gets home at the end of the day subsequently setting everything back on its ear and me back to square one in the “keeping everything tidy” department that’s when I hear it (not really. I’m not completely mental… not yet at least). A very so slight slinking, bumping and fluttering noise. I just kinda shrugged it off and yet an idea had come to me…
This past fall in the midst of the insanity of classes, my own kiddies, household duties and teaching five days a week I had this rather “brilliant” idea that I would hand sew some felt foods for my nieces for Christmas seeing as I had already given one a set for her first birthday so why not add to it?
I was at first taken aback and intimidated by all the shear work and such fine details the patterns (Oh yes!! Pat.er.ens!!) called for. Once I got stated though I had to pace myself! I was really enjoying the whole process of creating these wonderful little foods (and oh my were they little!!) out of nothing and even though it pushed my sewing skills and my poor already overtaxed mind I also found it rather relaxing.
….I would draw/design some foods myself and then make them.
To get some inspiration I went online. Uumm yeah, no….not such a great idea after all as I was starting to spend more and more time looking and going, “Yeah, I would love to make that but…” or “Why is this one pattern starting to look so very familiar?”
In the end though I went to my desk and found some paper that was not totally covered in notes, drawings and my girlies’ “artwork” and set about drawing up a pancake, two pats of butter, one semi-melted the other not, and some syrup.
I had them made up in no time flat seeing as I wanted to start simple to see if I could take a thumb nail sketch to fully actualized in felt. Sure enough I could and yet I was not a totally 100 and 10 percent pleased with the outcome of the pancake, was even asked if it was to be a bun! So, I sat them aside on my desk (only to find them “missing” later in the day) when I heard “the noise” again. I got to poking around my desk when at last I found the source of the disturbance.
It was critters I had drawn seemingly ages ago(!) that I had “stashed” in the “attic” and they were clamoring to see the light of day.
Therefore, I got out paper, pencils, pins, needles, thread and what seemed like yards and yards of felt and I feverishly got to work.
I’m sure everyone in the household must of thought I had gone monetarily mad as I had things scattered hither and yon thorough out the house but I was busy, happy and most of all excited that my freaky yet friendly fiends were getting a glimpse of light that they so longingly yearned for and deserved at long last.
At this point in time I have brought to life three of the fiendies that were bumping around in my attic (and am glad to say that they have been withstanding some rough and tumble company namely my kiddos!) and a fourth is in the works.
When all is said and done and if no one is too camera shy I will let the Toys in the Attic come out to play.
Till then, I best be going to see what all the racket is about in the other room!!