A Poignant Moment

Many hours are spent hand stitching the inner workings of a couture garment, which in turn leaves many hours to think of all sorts of things. Sometimes a bit of poetry sneaks into my thoughts…

And so, in whiling away at the inner workings of my current couture piece, a verse line from a poem by T.S. Eliot sneaks into my mind: “I have measured out my life in coffee spoons”…and it feels as if I too have been measuring out my own time in catch-stitches, connecting the intricate maze of lines and folds that comprise the inner workings of my next couture garment.
How poignant it feels to notice the measuring out of one’s life with a task that may seem so ordinary and mundane, such as the stirring of a cup of coffee and the working of a stitch.

Such is the poetry of sewing for me today.

Verse line from the poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock



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