Nothing compares to the the thrill one experiences when coming up with a new idea, a design. Will it work? Does it make sense at all? And then all those butterflies when you try to put that theory into practice. I think the first mishaps, the curses you utter are those that will remain in your memory forever. And then comes the time to make replicas. And somehow this becomes as (insert hyphens in the air) exhilarating as copy and pasting data from one document to the other all day long.
OK, by the second plane I had the groove. I knew how to hold the felt, what is the best way to glue on the windows so its not going to interfere with the sewing. I felt I developed, hey, even mastered the technique! I was on top of my game! By the third one I expected to feel like going down a downward spiral and to completely loose the excitement. And come the fourth, I was convinced I’d be crying tears of frustration. But I could not have been more mistaken. All along I had that little bug inside me, and the thrill I experienced just grew with every stitch. I could not wait for it to be ready and to see the reaction of my nephew!
The end result is exactly what I had in mind! The planes are bright and colorful. They share the same pattern, but just like in real life, each one is slightly different. One has an extra stitch here, a little loop that just would not twist the right way, but that is what adds to the flavor. And then there are the white fluffy clouds. With their subtltly they give just the right amount of contrast to the design. Henrik was really cautious. He first eyed this strange thing. Then with his little pointy finger poked at the planes, then the clouds. As we gave the mobile a twirl he watched it with his bright little eyes. After some minutes of playing with it he grabbed hold of a plane and gently gave it a little kiss. Then the next. And the next. That was when I started crying. So the little planes are now with their rightful owner – excuse me! – pilot. They look so cute above his little bed and next to the bear paintings I made for him earlier. I am happy that he is surrounded by so many colors and pictures. That these should be ones that I made make me really proud. There is just one thing that worries me. The little guy seems to be so engrossed with the little planes that when they are above his head he will not sleep. I was right, this love for the planes runs in the family!