Yes, I said the stuffed being that I created spoke to me. Well, not actually physically spoke, that would just be ridiculous because his mouth is just a bunch of knotted stitches that can't move. But he (in the kaleidoscopic whirlpool that is my mind) did.
Why the baritone you ask? Well, what else would a "kick in the pants" sound like, Mickey Mouse?
Anyway, he said "Clare, I am not done. Finish me."
"But Simon," I said "why are you telling me this at 3 am & what the heck do you mean you're not done?! I've got about a thousand pin pricks in my finger tips that beg to differ. No, I'm going to continue to try to fall asleep."
Simon the preceded to taunt me, letting me think I was just about to fall asleep, then jumping back into my mind saying "Finish me." Not angry, not overly demanding, just persistent & annoying. I finally gave up sometime later in the day, after The Poultry (aka my boys) had gone off to school & I had unsuccessfully tried to nap.
Eventually, after all my various chores & whatevers, I sat down in the CoW to finish Simon. I looked at him, held him in my hands, stared at him, hugged him, smiled at him & sang to him, but could not figure out what needed to be finished. So I asked, "Simon, please tell me how I am supposed to finish you." He just sat there silently, smiling knowingly, waiting for me to figure it out.
Suddenly, from somewhere in the depths of my sewing basket, I heard a voice.
"He needs a care tag you idiot!"
"Oh right!" I like to put little care tags on my stuffed friends, so people know the least traumatic way (for the friends) to keep them clean. "Wait! Who said that?"
It was spool of dark lavender thread. Normally residing on the bottom layer of thread spools, it was front & center waiting for me to pick it up. Instantly it hit me, I knew what Simon needed. He needed a friend. Everyone needs a friend, right?
So, I would like to introduce to you, Simon's friend & "extra kick" Nomis.
I like Nomy. I think he is the icing on the cake or as I prefer to say "da gravy on top". In other words, Simon was right, he wasn't finished & I'm glad I listened. Now they are both ready for a new home.
So there you have it. Inanimate objects talking, crafts evolving, changes happening. This is how I work. I'm sure there are many people out there who do not understand, because they are not blessed with the ability to act on faith. To do what feels right or necessary, without question or second thought.
This is an essential part of the creative process, even if it means listening to a stuffed washcloth at 3 in the morning or constantly changing what others think is perfect.
Aloha hugs my friends! Mahalo planny (thanks a ton) for indulging me!