I've been so uninspired lately. I feel like everything that I sketch is just blah - hardly worth making. And when I finally do complete a project, it's not what I want it to be. Some projects look perfectly fine, but not exciting. They just seem bland. Pedestrian. Sometimes they are downright wrong or ill-conceived.
I've been working on round two of the Scrappy Mug Rug Swap for the past week. My partner created a wonderful inspiration mosaic to help inspire me, but nothing seems to be clicking. I created one mug rug that I liked, but knew not to be her style, which by definition, makes it a fail. I worked on two more that didn't even make the cut to be photographed. Fail and fail. And then there is this one - my fourth attempt.
I love it and I know that she will too, but it such a literal translation of something that I've seen before; I wish it was more original. Not only that, but I forgot to shrink the pattern before using it. So what should be a small mug rug is now a hot pad the size of a dinner plate. Fail.
In the midst of repeated failures and a total lack of inspiration, I decided to make a new cover for my ironing board as a kind of palate cleanser. There are oodles of tutorials for a project like this - I think I used a combination of three different ones. Just Google it.
I used some of my beloved Swell for this project. Part of me thought it crazy to cut into such a large piece of out of print fabric for a project like this and part of me thought about how lovely it would be to see that Swell print every time I sewed. The second part won.
And while I have no regrets about cutting into my rare(ish) fabric, I'm totally peeved at myself for not thinking about the direction of an ironing board. As I was cutting, I was thinking that an ironing board is pretty non-directional. Until I stood it up to store it. And now my birds hang upside down. Ugh. Even though my husband thinks that I'm bananas for saying so, I know the truth. This project fails.
I just wish I knew how to get my groove back. Hubby tells me to walk away from the sewing table for a bit, but I'm feeling the pull to keep on crafting in the hopes that something clicks, even though it seems that nothing is. Which is frustrating.