There are two stories I want to tell.
The first: I was working at my dream job and hating it. The drudgery of computer work sucked my soul out and left me drained and exhausted. Day in, day out. And then something happened that broke the routine and brought me to the doctor’s office. As I was sitting in the exam room waiting for the NP to come in and tell me what was wrong with me, a lightbulb went on in my head. I knew I had gotten it all wrong, that right where I was, in that exam room, was where I needed to be. So I quit my job and went to nursing school. Three years later I walked down the aisle of the Philadelphia Convention Center holding my diploma in one hand and nursing pin in the other. I haven’t looked back. Being a nurse and caring for people, helping to heal sick and damaged bodies, is the most fulfilling way to spend my time that I can possibly imagine.
The second: When I was nine I learned how to use my mother’s sewing machine. I made sleeping bags for my beanie babies and a quilt for my sister’s baby doll. All growing up I made my own pajama pants, and as I got older I taught myself how to make curtains, refashion clothing. I sewed costumes for school musicals and for the renaissance faire. I also painted. Watercolors of flowers and pictures from National Geographic. All this time I felt like it wasn’t enough to simply create. The act of creation is one I love, but it is not enough by itself. I wanted to distance myself from mass consumerism and idealized notions of beauty, and instead use the objects I made to add meaning to my life and those around me.
The sum: Working as a nurse, providing comfort and care to ailing bodies daily, this has culminated my growing interest in the relationship between our bodies and their relationship to societal norms. I am captivated by the utilitarian nature of sewing and knitting- art for art’s own sake doesn’t interest me and I rarely paint these days. Through creating clothing for my own body as well as those around me I explore attitudes toward body image and the human experience of wearing clothing. I want to legitimize craft as an art form for my own self worth and for the millions of women who spend their time knitting and sewing. I seek to journal my process of melding the artful with the quotidian here on this blog.