Since retiring my mental health issues have not lessened as I expected; they have increased. So while I hope in time (and it is early days) there will be a balance and I will be able to manage the ups and downs. I have had to take measure to address the discomfort; I say discomfort because I don’t want to sound melodramatic; but it will do for a while at least. So, what are the measures? There is a list and again, not to put a too fine a point and no pun intended, it is enough to say embroidery has helped.
I have never done embroidery before, I do dressmaking and learned at my mother’s knee to make do and mend. Embroidery had not any practical use except to cover an unsightly cushion, or to hang at the window or disguise a hole in a trouser leg.
So me, with a broken heart and without fine linen or silk; I used some old sacks and some stranded cotton and sat night after night while the nagging fear and dread filled my mind; preventing any idea of restful sleep.
So stitching without pattern and little idea; three sacks were created.
I have since found other scraps of fabric that lend themselves to a little screen printing and over stitching.
This isn’t to say I am cured, that will not happen retirement or not but it does mean when the voices begin I can question more gently with my needle and thread ....
Nelabligh aka Helen Westhrop
... recently retired with time and a wealth of experience; but like a herd of cats, my thoughts and subsequent works of art seem to go in different directions. I will use this blog to record the provenance and the origin of my ideas, while adding colour and texture to finished pieces and work in progress...