12-13-13
I remember in third grade making things.
For christmas we made stockings out of
construction paper. The pattern was just two flat stocking shapes
that were glued together. They were very two dimensional. I thought
it was a stupid design since it would be difficult to fit much of
anything in them. Fabric would have been more accommodating with
that pattern because of its flexibility, but the paper was rigid. I
(silly child that I was) expected it to be stuffed full of goodies,
so wanted to maximize the amount of space that could be filled. I
added a pocket to the front. But I made a pocket with dimension.
Instead of just gluing a flat piece of paper to the front, I notched,
folded and glued the corners so that the pocket had depth. I made
tabs to attach the pocket to the stocking. They folded inwards so
that they were hidden. I had some attention to detail.
Another time in third grade—while not
paying attention like I should have been—I made a hand puppet out
of tissues and perhaps scraps of construction paper that I had saved.
I don't really remember, but I do know it had color on it. I may
have just drawn on it. At the beginning of every year everybody
brought in a box of tissues that were then used generally by the
class. I never used them and it seemed like the same snot nose kids
used them all, so I figured I had a right to use them (even if not
for their primary function). I remember being challenged with how to
make a design that open and closed better. I couldn't figure it out.
I think we had made puppets not long before, and that is why they
were on my mind. We probably used brown paper lunch bags as a base
and then glued faces to them. The bags have a design that is
conducive to that. But it wasn't til later that I really understood
how that kind of bag was folded. My teacher was annoyed when she
found out what I had made. I think is was the misuse of materials
that most annoyed her.
In college I designed a backpack that
fit my needs perfectly. The bag had a simple layout, fit all of the
things that I carried and had pockets set low to give it a solid base
so it would stand upright. (It bothers me that backpacks often have
pockets that sit high so as to put the bag off balance and hinder it
from standing up.) It was the perfect bag for my needs.
For as long as I can remember I have
been creative. It is natural for me. I am sure that making the
backpack would have been easy for me.
But I never made it.
I didn't have the tools. I didn't have
a sewing machine.
I knew people that had them. My mom
had one (and I was living at home at the time). But I wasn't really
comfortable using her machine, it was hers and I needed help. I had
used it in the past on some simple sewing things, but I din't have a
sense of ownership (not in the sense of it belonging to me but as in
feeling natural with it).
Many things went unmade because I
didn't own a sewing machine, even though I was capable.
A few years ago (and a few years after
designing that backpack) I was given a machine. It is an old work
horse from the early 20th century. It's pretty basic with
only a straight stitch. But because it was mine and I could
experiment without fear of breaking someone else's machine. I could
experiment at my own pace. I could get a feel for it. I could
experiment. And I could do it with nobody looking over my shoulder.
I had time to gain ownership.
It wasn't long before I was making
things. I made a shower curtain. I made a nylon sail bag for our
sailboat with a customized logo on it for flair. I sewed fitted slip
covers for my dining room chairs.
It wasn't long before I was made a
backpack. I didn't stop at one either. I have more packs than I
need and I'm still designing and making more.
I am naturally creative. But that
isn't enough.
Without the tools and the freedom to
experiment, I wouldn't be where I am. I would still be drawing
things that would never get made.
How can we get tools to where they can
be used? What is the world missing out on because ready minds don't
have the tools they need?