Project Sixty Three: A Tunic Top
5am Sunday morning, insomnia hits. I watch the mottled sunlight force through the edges of the curtains,closing my eyes to squeeze the light out, squeezing the thoughts out too, willing my mind to stay quiet. I see patterns, fabrics, the cut of a sleeve. I have no control over my mind as it starts pulling images out of filing cabinets and flinging them all over the pinboard of my mind. I’m on a roll now, brainstorming ideas for how to make a top out of cotton fabric without using buttons, zips or elastic. Sleep is forgotten as I lie there working out the pattern I will need to make, what fabric to use, how to cut it. I get excited. I nudge Mr. B and tell him I’m getting up for a while, I can’t sleep. He mumbles sleepily and falls back to sleep. I curse his ability to do that, sleep uninterrupted by the ramblings of a chaotic mind, and get up.
I work solidly for three hours, measuring, cutting, sewing, ripping out seams that have gone wrong, and sewing some more. Finally I have a tunic top, with gathered sleeves, a rounded neckline and a ruffled bottom, all that is left is the hemming. A wave of exhaustion hits me and I climb back into bed, relieved and quiet of mind, safe in the knowledge that I have done it, created what was in my mind. The hemming can wait, what I need now is sleep.