"Big dreams have a way of changing everything. They spring from the soul unannounced." I read this quote and know it as fact. Our biggest dreams do come unannounced and in unique forms, changing the direction we thought we were headed.
I've been told I dream HUGE - sometimes so big the person I share the dreams with can be overwhelmed with dollar signs in their eyes. I don't see the dollar signs; I see the possibilities of outreach and how my dreams will help others. Do I ever dream of the dollar signs? Sure, who doesn't dream of a great (free) vacation to an exotic place, or a day of service while we bask in the sun and cool breezes.
Sardinia Beach, Italy
I Dream Big
I have big dreams for my small business. My personal dream is to know I've made a difference in a life for someone. How can I do that with crochet or sewing? Through fun community projects, awareness raising events, teaching and most of all, sharing.
Have you ever looked up what morphing is? The definition is long and boring, so in a nutshell it's a seamless transition from one shape, idea, thought or process into something else. It happens alot....especially around here! I'll try and explain.
In one of my posts several weeks back, I wrote about my muse and how sometimes she pops up out of nowhere and drops inspiration in my lap. Sometimes she works through other people or things. While working on one project, suddenly I can see this project turning into something else useful, helpful and that will benefit in a special way someone (or many). At that point, I have to reach for my journal and frantically scribble and draw what my muse left me. The idea may take one page or several pages in my journal or one word (with a lot of color!) So I have my idea written down and it stirs my imagination more. I day dream about it more while working on other projects, at which time I will add to the journal entry I started (can you see where this is going?) and realize I now have a seamless transition - morph - that has taken place. For my readers who are visual, take a look at the pictures here and you will see one of those morphed dreams:
My dreams are endless. My ideas are always in a process of changing and the more I sew or crochet, the more I day dream of what can be. I'm not only a dreamer, I'm a doer. My dreams spring from my soul unannounced leading me to always ask, "will this help someone?" before I take it to action. Most times, the answer to that question is "yes". I have big dreams to be able to donate a portion of the purchases of Aware Bears to causes such as Children & Family Organizations, Volunteer Civil Service Organizations and other grass root organizations. I have big dreams to have volunteers help make the Aware Bears and Awareness Quilts (still seeking a name for them). My dreams are endless and always spring from my soul when least expected. The treasure in all this? They bring joy to me to and to those who share in my dreams. That's one dream that I realize will never change.
Would you care to share your ideas with me? I need a name for the Awareness Quilts. Anyone care to share a few suggestions? You can share it in the comments section below.
Wishing you much inspiration and ask you to let yourself dream BIG!
Since just before Mother's Day I have been a little nostalgic and yesterday especially. My only grand-daughter will be turning 5 years old in a few days so I was working on a nap mat for her (right).
I noticed while working on it my thoughts continually returned to when I would sew for my children when they were young and the clothes they would ask for (all the latest trends of course!).
I had to giggle to myself over the last thought. Take a look at why:
This fabric is precious!
Sure, you remember the "Hammer" pants! They couldn't get enough of them and in fact, my oldest son had a pair in the zebra stripes. Tucked safely away in a box are wonderful nostalgic pictures (for me; horrifying for my kids!) of my children in all their trendy styles.
And then they all grew up and now have children of their own. Though I sew for my grand-children and others, my joy comes from making something I know will bring a shriek of delight as they run to show it off to their friends.
I've made my grand-children costumes, toys, stuffed animals and each has a quilt of their own. Ahh, another moment of nostalgia.
It was Christmas and I had no money to buy my children presents. From a large box of Double Knits I created patchwork quilts for each of my children. I stitched their names and birthday on a corner and the reception from my children about their quilts was overwhelming! Today, as adults they still have their quilts and two of them still sleep with them (if their kids didn't snag them first!). I receive another blessing with sewing for my grand-children; the privilege of sewing and re-purposing what I can for them helps their family budgets as well. I raised all my children with the values of use what you have, make what you can and re-purpose the rest. In our fast paced high technological society, it's a good feeling to know my children and their families appreciate handmade necessities and gifts.
My grand-daughter's Crazy Patch Quilt
Ninja Bear with Assassins Creed logo for my oldest grand-son. He loves it so much he took it to Show - N-Tell at school and wrote a story about it!
Back of a Flower Power Backpack made for my grand-daughter to take to Pre-K. She's using it for her first year of Kindergarten in the Fall.
The little bear that started it all for Day Dreams. "Kieran" a bear I made for one of my grand-sons.
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A little nostalgia is good; it helps us keep our sense of humor, learn and grow. I look forward with great excitement to all the fun projects I can work with as I move forward into the next generation of family. I hope the treasures I make for my family endure, much as the one's my mother made for me and I now make for my children and grand-children.
Wishing you a day of inspiration!
This past week several things came together and clicked for Day Dreams. I discovered I'm still learning at 50 plus. I think a lot of it had to to do with one word - Mom. So, as I sat here wondering what the topic would be (my muse has been working in other parts of Day Dreams) it hit me. I'd write about what I didn't say about Mom; that Day Dreams exists in large part because of her and in some ways, her mother and all the women before them.
It was my Mom who taught me to sew at the age of 11 years old. I remember my first time sitting at her sewing machine placed against a wall in my parent's bedroom. I don't have to close my eyes to see in my mind the picture of my first time sewing. It's funny how I learned early on, you don't need a large room dedicated to just your sewing (thought it would be nice!). You can create, design and sew anywhere! I digress.
Back to the first time - she was standing next to me, leaning slightly over my shoulder with her soft voice giving me instructions. "Use your left hand as the guide...there, like that. Watch your lines....that's nice, Sherri!" I would hear her say while I struggled to contain my excitement and listen. These lessons were something that was pleasing not only to me but to her. I have to explain that a little. I was very awkward as a child (and still am) and there wasn't much that came easily to me. I had all sorts of motivation and wanted to try and learn to do all the things my older and younger sisters could do, but still things did not come easy.
I think Mom knows everything. Her skills are exemplary, her intelligence amazes me and she always knows just what to say or do when I felt like I don't belong anywhere. Mom knew I wasn't the athlete or artist like my sisters and it seemed to me she was lovingly devoted to finding something I could feel successful with. She hit the jackpot with teaching me to sew. When I made my first outfit and I wore it in a JC Penny fashion show for young seamstresses, something else wonderful occurred (besides our joyful excitement); she taught me to use my skills in needlepoint, embroidery, crochet and other crafts along with helping me earn my first sewing badge in Girl Scouting. Over the years she has encouraged me to stretch my skills in sewing and needlework.
Four generations of women in the family.
After the turbulent years of adolescence passed and I had my own family to raise as a young adult I remember calling her after I had a terrible day with my kids to tell her specifically, "I don't know a thing!" Her laugh on the other end of the phone was grand and full as she exclaimed that's something magical that happens at my age (we discover we don't know as much as we thought we did). I began to once again look to my Mom for guidance, advice, instructions and all the how-to's I now share with my adult children.
When someone asks me who my hero or idol is I answer, my Mom. She's been my inspiration to do more, be more, learn more, pray more and love more. She is the little voice (sometimes my muse) that I hear when I'm trying new styles, learning something new, making a new design. I find that I always ask myself, "would she approve?" when working at any task. It's not unhealthy - to me it's wanting to do my best for the woman I consider my mentor and deeply admire. Her own tailoring business was quite successful and it's in her footsteps I endeavor to follow.
What I didn't say about Mom is my knowledge, motivation, skills and zest for life in general are because of her gentle devotion to teaching me as a child. What I didn't say is because of her encouragement, support and shared ideas, Day Dreams came to life. I'm still learning, Mom. What I will say is Thank You Mom for being you. Thank you for choosing me and always sharing your love of life.
Happy Mother's Day to you Mom!