Are we too late to the game Sometimes we don’t arrive at all. But that’s okay. We need to know what we want to do, especially as we age.
When you finally have the time to explore different avenues of creativity you may be surprised as to what you find.
My grandmother was from the generation that started knitting, sewing, crocheting, tatting, etc from the time they were able to hold needles. They also never threw out any material ever. Minimalism in their home was a way of life, not a life choice.
My grandmother was functionally blind by the time she was 75. She never let that slow her down. She danced several times a week and told me “all her partners were tall, dark, and handsome!”
Like a lot of her generation, she could knit, crochet, or tat without looking. As for looking at a pattern, forget it she didn’t need one. Once she crocheted me a dress in a cream hard cotton thread. No pattern and unable to see what she was doing. She barely could see me. It fit perfectly and I had it for many years. She did this at the end of the ’60s and the style was perfect.
My mother sewed all mine and my sister’s clothes while we were growing up. She knew good material and she sometimes would go to the thrift store and find an adults dress, pick the seams apart, wash it and then lay a pattern on the material and make dresses for my older sister and me.
My brother and sisters and I all danced as youngsters. Mum made all our costumes and others to cover the cost of our lessons and material.
She did a lot of embroideries and always had a sewing bag with whatever she was currently working on with her.
Being a child of the depression, of course, she never threw out any material. It didn’t matter how small a piece of material was, she didn’t throw it out.
When mum was in her early ’80s, my sister that she lived with, told her that when she kicked the bucket all her material left would be thrown out.
This started my mum in quilting. She found a pattern that was a series of squares that had cars from the 1900s. She embroidered the cars and then quilted the squares together. This is was for her oldest grandson.
Next, she did a crazy quilt for her oldest granddaughter. This was made from all the little pieces of material she saved from when she made t-shirts, shorts, or dresses for those granddaughters.
The next one was for my youngest son. When he was in grade 1 everybody (if you were cool) wore boxer shorts, not tighty whities like he had to. Of course, grandma listened, and for Christmas, he got 4 pairs of boxer shorts made from a material that had wrestlers from the old WWF on the pattern. Remember Stone Cold Steve Austin, Jake the Snake, or Hulk Hogan? They were on his boxers. Best Christmas present ever!
Of course, she used the material from those boxer shorts to put in the center of the squares in his quilt.
She continued and made a total of 12 quilts and 2 baby quilts over the next 10 years. It didn’t matter that she took this up so late in life. She produced these quilts that will forever be in our family and reminders of her love for her grandchildren.
At her funeral at 92 years of age, they took all her quilts and placed them around the front of the church. They spoke of her as being a woman that always was busy with her hands.
When I think of my mum starting a new hobby at the age of 80, I think we all can start something at whatever age we are at. What is it that sounds exciting to you? Has someone told you your too old? Remember those 3 little words … I Don’t Care!
Live your life on your terms and follow your own heart. I think you will be much happier. Possibly more productive as well.