Spoilt for choice.

So a while back I wrote a post about wanting to make my own clothes. I got a lot of responses that agreed with me on how hard it was and how everybody wishes they could do the same. Still wanting to give it a go though, I plan on sewing myself a shift dress and have therefore been searching around for a nice bit of material to use. 

I am very much into patterns at the moment and I always like something a bit whimsical. I spent Sunday morning searching through Spoon Flower, an excellent site which allows people to put their own patterns, art, prints up to allow them to be sold as fabric.

I came across beautiful ikat prints, little foxes, sketched knickers and green chevron's. 

There were so many to choose from, I don't know where to start. I am thinking that I should initially buy a cheap piece of cotton to test I am able to do it before I invest in some of this lovely fabric and ruin it. 

There's more below to show you just how much wonderful choice I have found myself facing.

Little tomatoes, harlequin diamonds, paintbrush strokes and watercolour eyes. 

Holly Hobbie.

'Creativity takes courage' so said Matisse, and I am going to follow in the shadow of his words and be courageous with my creativity, alongside my mother, for a little business venture. As I mentioned in a previous post, my mum and I are thinking of opening an Etsy shop something I have wanted to do for a while now. I won't reveal what we have planned yet as I wouldn't want to curse it for it is only a seed we have sown within the last week. It is so exciting, I have been spending my lost days planning, the creativity in my veins pumps quicker by the day. 

I find the aspect of planning all very exciting but when you have sat there all morning flirting with future plans and you know nothing can progress that day, it can get a bit tedious and I found myself caught in a daze. Quick to close down my laptop before I turned into a zombie I dug out some watercolours, a pad and a pencil and began to draw. It had been a longtime since I had been creative through this kind of medium, I had forgotten how enjoyable and relaxing it is. A lost day became less lonely once I welded a paintbrush to my hand and was transfixed by colours flooding the paper. 

I hope this is something I keep on pursuing as a hobby, as I have a habit of going through 'phases'. To make sure it is something I keep on with, I have found the perfect little watercolour travel set, if only my birthday or Christmas was near as it would be top of my list + a nice shiny new sketchbook, both to pop into my bag wherever I go, like Picasso once said, 'painting is just another way of keeping a diary'.

Practice makes perfect.