“Nothing Between Me and the Sea”
Just a few days into my stay in the treehouse, the old worn sofa was to be replaced.
The sofa had been draped in a throw to cover its age, so when the throw was removed I saw the fabric – Yikes! I could not let that wonderful vintage fabric be thrown in the skip!
I asked if I could have the fabric – and as an aside said – “but this sofa is so comfortable is it really going to be thrown away!”
A bit cheeky of me – sometimes the recycler/environmentalist/hoarder in me just will not be silenced!
Elizabeth said I could have the fabric and I was as happy as a pig in straw for the next few days, tearing, cutting, washing, drying and sorting the sofa cover.
The design was intriguing – a strange mix of sea and land flora and fauna: butterflies, birds, coral, shells and all sorts of strange plants. I started to play ….
….. making small fabric collages, stitching each piece on a background with a simple running stitch. At home I would have used my machine, but there was something very soothing about sitting curled up on the new sofa looking out at the sunrise or sunset and slowly stitching.
The weather was beautiful and most days were sunny. I was often on the beaches between sunrise and sunset, collecting shells and beach cleaning. The photo below was taken on Christmas Day
After bracing walks on the beaches or coast paths, what better than to go back to the cosiness of the treehouse for some gentle stitching.
The idea of a wall hanging was simmering away and I wanted to incorporate one of my own quotes
“whatever the question, creativity is the answer”
After the sofa-moving, Elizabeth and I had a lovely chat and I heard the story of how she and her husband had found this place to live, over 25 years ago. The story had an air of magic about it. It became clear to me that this hanging was for Elizabeth and needed to be finished for Christmas Day.
Some twigs cut from the ash tree were perfect to hang the piece from,
with tassels of torn strips of fabric and shells from the beach sewn to the bottom edge.
Whilst Elizabeth was looking for a house all those years ago, she had a dream about a house with nothing between her and the sea and ……… well the rest is her story to tell, but there is nothing but fields between the treehouse and the sea and the phrase stuck in my mind, and it needed to be on that hanging.
Rather than start a new hanging I covered my words with another piece of fabric, so that Elizabeth could have both
On Christmas Day circumstances conspired to mean that Elizabeth and I came together for a cuppa in front of her fire, I gave her the hanging, we had such a lovely long and gentle chat sharing life stories, and a friendship was born. The stay in the treehouse took on an even more rich and magical quality.
And hurray! my comment about the sofa meant that Elizabeth realised that all it needed was a new cover and that it really was comfortable – now it sits happily in her house for all to enjoy.
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