When I was younger I loved to write in pen. I felt, somehow, that writing in pen was permanent. Pencil was for the weak, the insincere, the foolish. I loved pens, thin and sharp, dark ink, no cap just a push button, most often a G2 Pilot. I loved office supplies and cotton paper stationary. I loved writing. The written word. I would spend hours writing notes at home, in class, and folding them and passing them to friends in school. Girlfriends, boyfriends. My first real love and I would exchange long hand written notes and he would draw the most impressive pictures but what impressed me was that he understood the value of words. Words, permanent words, in ink.
I have two tattoos, one easily visible, one you won’t ever see. Permanent ink.
Twenty plus years later and no one writes by hand much. The typewriter became the keyboard and digital publishing doesn’t require pens or pencils at all. Paper companies are out of business, the town and county I grew up in survived on a paper mill, now defunct. The people are hungry and need work. They need people with convictions. They need people with pens, with ideas, with words and a need for paper. Trees fall but not for the sharing of ideas anymore. Now we write on screens, on phones, on trains, even airplanes let you have the internet these days. Kids pass texts with phones and games. So much has changed and I still crave the wisdom I had at 14 – use a pen my past whispers. Write it down.
It is not waste if you mean to use it.
A motto I have loved lately I saw on Pinterest I am sure, though I have forgotten who wrote it (maybe I never knew?):
Start Where You Are
Use What You Have
Do What You Can
I haven’t forgotten my passion for writing. I haven’t misplaced it. I haven’t refocused my love for words. I just put it on hold so that I could learn to use my hands. I need to construct three dimensionally to heal some old wounds. And this leads me to the power of the digital world. The power of delete, control+z, shift+tab, backspace. This blog is about my adventures, mostly in sewing. It’s a passion I rediscovered sometime ago, and am trying to create a community. Since I write now with the ease of a simple delete key so tempting, I sew with the vigor of a person with conviction, with determination, with a passion for creation.
I want to be productive, but on my terms.
So welcome to this new:old blog. I write. I sew. I bike. I live.
Let’s see what shall come of this refresh.