The last two nights, I've been engaging my crafty side; it feels good to make projects I've been thinking about for a while.
While I was sewing at our kitchen table last night, we heard gunshots in the neighborhood. I don't think Matt was the only one to call the police. In minutes, our street was full of police cars and a helicopter overhead; a man was found, killed by gunshots, in the alley on our block.
It felt a little surreal to sit at the sewing machine, stealing glances outside to watch as news crews set up to film in our driveway. But, I suppose, sewing is a decent response to violence in the world. Creating, generating, making all feel like fine alternatives to destroying, ending, tearing apart.
Here's half of what I made yesterday--an apron from one of Matt's old jeans legs. I made him one from the other leg, too (though with less fruit sewn on). Since we're cooking more, it seemed like maybe we could use aprons. The binding and ties are from an old sheet I got at the thrift store last week.And here's what I made tonight: a pile of pincushions, inspired by Betz White's design of a cupcake pincushion. Fuzzy sweaters and images of sweets--what could be more comforting?
We checked in with the neighbors today; no one knows who it was in our alley. And we all want to live in communities where these things don't happen.