ReStitching

< The Lollpoop (panda) and P.S. (piglet) model the little mail bags I sewed at a Valentine-making party yesterday.
 
It was odd to see a roomful of people making stuff all on their own, without any help, and it felt like a huge relief that someone else was setting up and overseeing the whole event. 

Uh-oh. If my standard of behavior is now based on interactions with people with dementia and if I feel like weeping with gratitude when someone hands me a napkin, I've become too isolated.

I want to reactivate my social life (I mean the face-to-face kind), since mine has dwindled to almost nothing in the dozen years since my mother died. 
When I lived with bink, we used to throw parties like the one I went to yesterday, and even on my own after my mother's death, I would at least throw myself birthday parties. Marz isn't very social, so I've curtailed that in recent years, and over time other people have moved away or withdrawn themselves, for various reasons. 

Also I want to stitch stuff together. At the Valentines party, everyone was making cards, but I wanted to sew. I'm surprised how much I've liked sewing projects at work, and I love the sewing notions I come across at the Thrift Store. 
Sewing feels related to the book making I used to do--a mix of thread and textures and collage material, so I guess it's not so surprising.

So, I'm going do a little something social for this upcoming birthday (next month)––maybe get together some supplies for a sewing party. 
Hm, yes... that sounds nice.
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I just now added Spirit Cloth to my blogroll--I like Jude's kind of "cloth making".