I would like to honor all the sewists who come home at the end of the working day and actually get into their sewing rooms, or closets, or sit at a table and sew. I don’t seem capable of doing it. I admire their stick-to-itiveness. I admire their energy. They must be the power sewists.
Tell me all you fabuous sewists, how do you do it?
Here it is Friday morning and I have not sewn in the evenings this week. Of course I realize I am spoiled. I am used to working a rather flexible schedule, partially from home, and often I can do creative things during the day and I spend the late evening hours at my computer working away on all the office accounting which often works well because G usually straggles in after 10:30 at least 2 or 3 nights a week. But this week I am very much behind at the office and have been working full time all week, and I have been working daytimes because my car is still in the shop and I have to work out this car-pooling schedule.
So I leave work and go to the gym and come home and make dinner and collapse. Between work and sleeping badly all week I was ready for bed at 8:00 last night, about the time I got home (early night — we ate out, no gym) when I am usually in bed around midnight and up around 6 AM. By the way, I slept late as well since there is no trip to the office planned today, I didn’t wake up until 7, after nearly 11 hours of sleep. It make up for all those 4 hour nights earlier in the week (and no I didn’t sew in the wee hours either)
Well, actually I exagerate. Tuesday I ripped out part of the baby blanket I had made and photographed on Monday The decorative topstitching on one side had made a buckle on the underside of the fabric so I ripped it out and redid it. That was Tuesday night. I started about 9:30 and finished about 11:30. It took me far longer to rip and press that fabric flat and smooth so I could re-stitch it without more trouble than it took to actually sew the seam.
Wednesday, I caught a ride home from the gym early so I got in around 9:30 and still had to sort through the mail and make dinner. By the time G got home at 10:30, and we ate, it was bed-time.
Thursday, well Thursday was a waste.
No office today, but lots of work. I have software programs, paperwork from the new computer, an overflowing stack of bills to pay, and tons of financial and investment reports piled across the cutting table directly behind me. I must have everything ready for my meeting with the actuaries on Monday. After I work my way through the piles I can sew or knit, or perhaps I will wimp out again and collapse with a good book.
Oh power sewists — send me strength.