It’s like I went to sleep a few weeks ago and woke up in another world where everything is a little off. It’s those familiar things that keep me grounded and feeling safe in all the unknown. Walking is a touchstone and my work helps me make sense of it all.
I don’t know why I got the urge to hand stitch a tiny boot, with a needle and thread on a doily this morning. I haven’t had a desire to hand stitch anything in years. I do know there’s something cathartic about sewing by hand for me, so I imagine that has something to do with it. An unconscious reaction, a form of healing. It was also probably inspired by the 18th century samples I saw yesterday at the Williams College Museum. One from 1799 perfectly preserved, perfectly stitched. I thought of the girl who made it when I was haphazardly stitching my boot, free of someone’s elses idea of perfection.
And when I got to the laces, they didn’t want to fly, bows up and ends out, like usual. They wanted to hang. Anchored and weighed down at the same time, by safety and the unknown.
Boot is about movement, being grounded and safe, and the unknown.
This is all very small. The doily is 5″x5″ from edge to edge and the interior space that the boot is stitched on is 2″x 2″. The boot itself is 1″x 1″. From the top of the doily to the bottom of the safety pin it’s 10″ total. I attached the doily to the wall with six straight pins.