tisdag 9 september 2008
How different we are
Many years ago I had a customer looking at fabrics — she liked a 3-shaft twill, typical for our part of the country. I told her that I had sewn both dresses and blouses of this particular fabric and I've used them a lot during the last ten years. She gave me a very strange look and not until later did it occur to me that most people have no desire to use the same clothes for ten years.
This happens quite often to me; I can get excited about things that most people consider strange. Like staying at an island — where all you can do is to read, take walks or think. I've learnt not to discuss it. If people are scared to death by the thought of staying in a cottage with nothing to do and no street lamps, no TV, no plumbing, no shops and now in the fall no neighbors — I can talk until I turn blue in my face about the wonder of watching the stars where there are no interfering lights, the marvel of a place where the only man-made sounds comes from the ships passing by and the pleasure of sleeping outside (with the risk of getting alive night snacks from my darling).