If you’ve read my blog before today, you already know that I am obsessed with color. Bright color. Rich color. Happy color. Today I really needed some color therapy. It’s free and it’s effective. I don’t know whether I’m dealing with some hormonal fluctuation (possibly) or fatigue (probably) or the overwhelmed feeling that comes with being mom to young kids (quite likely), or all three. All I know is that I needed color therapy right away.
Today was a tie-dye day for me.
I do it about once a year. I love the saturated pigment: hot magenta, saffron
yellow and sapphire. I’d been trying to get to this project for about a week.
It all started when I realized that the small hole in a fitted bed sheet had
become a very large rip (it may or may not have had something to do with a
young child who lives here). Rather than throw it out, I decided to dye it fun
colors for a FSP (Future Sewing Project). In truth, my poor home art studio is
busting at the seams with a lot of stuff right now, so it hardly needed
anything added. My studio is home to lots of TWP (Things With Potential)—bottle
caps and other items most people throw away or recycle. It gives me a lot of
happiness to turn something into something else. Why not turn a yellow bed sheet
into some rockin' tie-dyed fabric? (Some people would rather have scorpions
climb all over their body than wear what used to be a bed sheet. That’s fine. I’m
not forcing them to wear bedding. If it’s too low-rent for them, so be it. But why
are bed sheets any different than fabric bought at a store? Only difference is that
my method is free!)
At the craft store I chose
colors I don’t usually pick: pale green and turquoise. I’m a pink-and-red lady
most of the time but sometimes it’s cool to try different colors than you
usually wear. It fits a different side of your personality. At home I did a
color test with the pale green. This was good because I soon realized it was
not lime green, as the color on the box showed. It was olive green! Say what?
Olive green is not going to brighten my mood. It’s too muddy for me. Luckily,
with fabric dye we can mix and experiment. I put some of the turquoise into the
green dye and made various shades of emerald and teal. Now we’re talking.
As I stirred my dye, I felt
calmer. My spirits didn’t skyrocket but the colors of the dye and the fabric did
improve my mood. If there’s light therapy, why can’t there be color therapy? Our
senses play a big role in how we feel about our environment. Some people feel
calmer when they hear ocean waves or smell lavender. I feel better when there is
a lot of color boosting my mood.
A few months ago I read something about the value of doing crafts. I
have always felt happy when I had time to experiment with craft projects, but
it turns out that there is actually scientific proof that this is beneficial.
In the Nov. 2013 issue of Martha Steward’s
Living Magazine, there was an article (”This is your Brain on Crafts”) about
the value of making things. Lisa Borgnes-Giramonti interviewed psychologist
Robert Maurer, who studies creativity and compares crafting to meditation. He
says, “When the midbrain is engaged by the repetitive movement involved in many
crafts, the temporal lobe is unable to focus on worry or stress…The
cortex—which controls conscious thought—becomes quiet and peaceful.” Crafting triggers
a pleasure center in the brain (the nucleus accumbens). Interestingly, it is
not necessary to finish the project in order to gain the happy feelings felt
when doing crafts. The process (rather than the completion) of crafting soothes
the brain, distracting it from worries. The hours spent on crafts benefit the
crafter, so even unfinished projects are not a waste of time but are worthwhile.
AMEN to that.
It’s
funny that today was my tie-dye day, even though I’d been trying to get to it
for a week. Today, it turns out, I really needed the boost of crafts. As I cut
the string off my dyed fabric, I felt excited about seeing the results. With
tie-dye, there’s always an element of the unexpected, as you don’t know exactly
how much dye will reach inside the folds of fabric. That surprise piece makes
it extra fun for me. A few minutes into the string removal, I realized that dye
had jumped from the fabric to my fingers. I’d forgotten about gloves and was
too excited to care at that point. Since everyone knows about my wacky side, I’ll
just tell people I was channeling my inner Smurfette—and no one will bat an
eye.