Friday, 30 August 2019

How much is too much?

Last month I moved again. After a 14-month-adventure in Berlin trying to establish my yoga teaching practice, working for a start-up and teaching online marketing in a graduate school, I decided to embark on yet another adventure: I moved to a little town in the South of Germany to follow my heart. And yet another packing and unpacking, bringing up the same question: why do I need all of this?

2m3 containing 20 boxes does not seem like a lot but half of them carry my hobby, which I actively practiced until 2017: a sewing machine, an overlocker, metres of fabric, kilograms of sewing patterns, enumerable pieces of haberdashery, you name it. Donation of four full bags of clothes (mostly hand-made) did not alleviate my feeling of heaviness. And since my current stop in this little German town is definitely not the last, the totality of my possessions makes me scared.

Traveling light-weight in 2017 made me confirm and experience the philosophy that owning things did not contribute to my well-being and happiness. Therefore the return to “real” life, after living for eight months with a 12-kg bag, was quite an experience. In Berlin I rented a tiny room and used only a limited amount of my belongings. And even when most of the boxes were stored in a cellar, just thinking about them made me anxious because in reality I did not need all that I owned. Why did I continue carrying them with me across the globe?

Separating from clothes that I did not wear was easier than I thought. It became water-clear to me that I sewed most of them without giving a thought about whether I needed or even liked them. Did I make them because I was a maker? Or because I saw a beautiful dress on Instagram? Or because I myself was a blogger and needed to write about something? All the reasons below and many more... But the question of practicality of each garment, their role in my life and wardrobe was rarely rarely on my agenda. I amassed, accumulated, kept so many garments without wearing them for years! Suddenly they took such a huge space both physical and emotional. How could I separate with something that I made with my hands? Never! And slowly, without even noticing, I became their slave.

At the time I was making things none of the questions above sounded wrong to me: I made things because I could and wanted to. But then I came to the point where I could not accept carrying with me all this load of unhappiness any longer.

Everything I said may sound like a cliché and in trend with all the minimalist and zero-waste movements but I am not a minimalist neither a zero-waste militant. I try to be consequent. I try to reduce my waste but I don’t want to live minimalist. What I want to is to lead a practical life, surrounded by objects that are of use and at the same time aesthetically pleasing. Most importantly, things need to make me happy to own them, not the other way around.

Can I achieve this? I don’t know yet. Can you?

Tuesday, 4 June 2019


Hi dear long-time readers and fellow sewists (I believe that's the term which was coined by the community, otherwise correct me if I am wrong).

I published my last post on this blog 16 months ago. Since then, I finished my self-discovery travels, moved to Berlin, tried to run a business with little success, got a job in a start-up and left it after a few month. Currently I am looking for a new job again but also trying to figure out how to use my skills to earn a living in a more creative and satisfactory way. Most likely, I will leave Berlin and Germany too. Overall, the road I took was uneven and bumpy, even if full of sunlight, supportive friends and amazing encounters but all in all it was worth quitting my comfortable lifestyle of a corporate exec and diving into real life. 

Over these last two years my perspective on how I live, what I give and receive, and obviously what I sew and wear have changed. With this in mind I decided to give my blog a new life, posting not only sewing-related topics but also discussing things which I consider interesting to share, like my favourite books or my travel experiences. 

If you want to ask me a question don't be shy, I will be happy to answer.