I spent some time last weekend cutting up some shirts of my Dad's that my mom gave me.
I'm coming up on his 'yahrzheit', which is the 1-year anniversary of his death. I've been dreading it, and the shirts have been sitting in a pile in the corner of my sewing room since last November.
My father was an electronics technician, and a solid 'flannel-and-work pants' kind of guy, as you can tell. He was rocking this look for a solid 30 years before J. Crew picked up on it.
Last weekend, I just looked at the pile and felt like I needed to start. Taking the cutter to the first shirt was a bit gut-wrenching, but still felt like the right thing to do. Since I didn't have a real concept in mind, I set the goal of just cutting off odd parts, seams, and squaring things up.
It took about an hour, but I'm happy with the progress. I have a neat stack that's easier to look at. Psychically, the pile looks more like the beginnings of something.
The next morning, inspiration finally struck. I was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio, as was my father. He was a complete science guy, who had a deep love for physics in particular.
The Ohio Star block seems like a complete no-brainer, for a jumping off point:
I'm kicking around ideas and have a long way to go, but feel relieved to be started.