My sewing machines miss me

I miss them too.

I had a crazy desire to just make something this weekend which is now almost past and I almost drove myself crazy with it.  I just couldn’t squeeze in the time and I was frustrated and anxious and generally sewing deprived.  Are there physical manifestations of sewing deprivation?  I think there are.

But I know that my life has been too crazy of late.

And I know that one more UFO is more than I can bear. 

So instead I managed to pack up all my stuff for our trip to Knoxville.  And I spent part of that packing time with wardrobe play, figuring out what goes with what and starting to formulate a plan not just about what to wear on this trip, but what I want my wardrobe to be and what I need to sew and knit to make that wardrobe a reflection of those aspects of me I want the world to see when I dress in the morning.

Oh, and I also cleaned the house because  that way I can at least walk in the door in 10 days and not feel like I am starting out behind (yet again).  Because we all know that I will still be behind.   But illusions are everything.  And at this point in my life finishing things is more important than starting new things, even new things that feed my half-starved creative soul.

And I still know that those sewing machines will welcome me back whenever I find my way back into their world.  And I will give thanks for that.  And I will give thanks that my life is generally good and if I am overwhelmed I am overwhelmed by the excesses inherent in this comfortable life I lead.  It could be so different.  And I am grateful.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving.

I will be back in December.  And yes, I will sew again.