Sew reveals madness. Reality or coincidence?

Have you ever asked, that strange obsession of some people… sew (we spoke of women, peculiarly I don’t even meet a men who did it, although probably there’s someone). Clothes, pictures or any other material of multiple forms.  

Generally when we talked about people who sew, come to my mind the typical grandmothers seated in its rocking chair doing it. And if we stopped ourselves successively to think… a rocking chair which it hisses, that balances (ahead back, ahead back, successively) as long needles as a hand span (that move with masters) and eyes outside they orbit, fixed to a point, without blinking. Its really quite frightening the vision.

And sincerely I don’t feel the affective and familiar heat of the grandma, other things come to the mind ¡autistics (balance) assassins (super needles)!!So it’s so I have tried to find a point in common to these people whom they tile.  Before explaining the conclusions at which I have arrived, I must expose the truth because… ¡when I was young I sew the picture of a cat!! … My fault, even so, you cannot judge me, certainly in some ages you need to experience new things and new forms of life. If you are going to feel better, I leaves it, always I have been very butcher with the things that do not contribute anything to me.  

At first nothing saw of individual, avoiding the similarity with the spiders. But peculiarly, those people (at least the young ones) have a remarkable emotional instability. I don’t talk about that their couple is unstable with them, but rather the other way around, they are: unfaithful, false, spiteful and they try to pretend someone different. They try to play a role in the world and its life, a paper that makes them unhappy (because after all they aren’t this way!).

Maybe it’s just that they are anxious people unsatisfied, people who don’t find their place in the world or people who need to be constantly in different situations and with different people.  

Then, its hers fault? its fault of the art of the seam?Sincerely, I’m not sure. Chances, paranoia, fiction or reality?  

If I have to give my opinion, I prefer don’t be close to them.

2 comentarios

[blanca - 06 de febrero de 2007 - 06:51]

:p hola moonsa!! veras, en ingles ha sido porque lo escribí así directamente!! asi que pense que no valia la pena traducirlo porque... perderia la esencia (o eso me dijeron).
Por otra parte entiendo que no todas las abuelas fuesen autistas asesinas (porque coser era como una "moda" cualquiera). Y tambien entiendo que haya mucha gente que cosa totalmente normalizada.

Simplemente es que se me ocurrió esa idea, y encontre los parecidos con un par de personas. Ya sabes que se me ocurren muchas ideas descabelladas al dia, simplemente escribí y e aquí el fruto :p
Espero sinceramente que nadie se sienta ofendido!

BEsos

[Moonsa - 06 de febrero de 2007 - 06:38]

Let me tell you that your "olla" is gone, si me permites la expresión :D. Según tu imagen, todas las abuelas cosedoras tienen la pinta de la madre de Psicosis, y las jóvenes tejedorcillas de punto de cruz y demás están todas pallá. Mis abuelas cosían, y su imagen si es cálida en mi mente, no porque cosieran, sino en general, aunque una especialmente, la paterna, sentada en su habitación de costura enseñándome a manejarme con agujas y máquina de coser... quizás incluso sea cálida por eso. Yo no coso nada, soy un desastre, y sin embargo soy inestable. Eso si, no intento ser quien no soy. No se si hay una relación directa, o pudiera haberla, entre la costura y la locura, pero en todo caso suena como si la hubieras tomado con alguien que cose y te cae fatal jeje. Y por qué en inglés? Ninia cuéntame, que me has dejao en ascuas, tendré que ir a coser para serenarme ;)