I’ve been working on three patterns for weeks! You know what I have to show for it? Two are traced and the other I’ve laid out the fabric to cut. Lie. The fabric is in a heap on the cutting table.
I’m still trying to figure out my new normal and I’m okay with that. But I’ll feel unsettled until I do. That feeling will keep me from enjoying my time at home, which includes sewing. I often feel guilty for using my free time to do fun stuff. Not that I have a lot of free time.
Ollie is beginning to nap longer (can I get a Heck Yeah?) but I am still finding it hard to commit to a chore or project during that time. I get sidetracked by reading blogs, doing a load of laundry, emptying the dishwasher (finally) or doing a big fat side of nothing. Because, let it be known, that I get paralyzed by the ever-growing to-do list.
And there’s lots to do. I’ve been wanting to purge my closets for ages. Confession…I have clothes that went across the Atlantic TWICE with the full intension that I was going to sell them on Ebay. Right. Also, my bookshelves are vomiting paperbacks by the dozens. It’s time for many of them to get donated, sold or given away.
Then there’s my sewing room. Holy mackerel. That needs some TLC. I’d love to organize my fabrics according to type and label them by amount, type, etc. A trip to Ikea will help me hack the sewing table of my dreams. Right now I’m using a fold-away picnic table. Not bad but it could be so much better.
The room is coming together slowly but surely and I cannot wait until everything has a home.
Right now I feel like I will never sew again but I know it’s just temporary. A happy balance between parenting, keeping a home, and having fun exists and I’ll figure it out one day. I don’t want this blog to become a dead space so I’ll be sure to chime in here and there with what’s going on, sewing related or not. I can’t promise it won’t be random musings 🙂