Here it is September already and I have little to show for my summer. For those of you who have stuck by me during my hiatus from sewing, I am very grateful for your continued loyalty. Goodness knows there have been precious few projects here and little inspiration.
But September will be different. I itch to sew. I need to sew. Next week I will be in San Francisco for sewing camp and that will be my big kick-off back to sewing, although I am truthfully hoping to get a little sewing time before I leave as well. Sometimes I seem to need a little distance. More likely I need to give myself permission to walk away from whatever else is going on and just sew.
But that does not completely account for my absence. I called this blog Sew Distracted in order to write about how sewing distracts me from the various stresses and tasks of life, but also to write about how my far too many interests distract me from sewing.
Distractions are always present. This is the price of being interested in too
many things, the price of being too scattered in my attentions, the cost of a
continued lack of focus. But I hope there is a cohesiveness somewhere if only I
can find it; perhaps then I will also have found my voice as concerns this
blog.
Lately it seems the distractions have been legion:
Here I am next to the cleomes in the overgrown flower bed that is blocked by the temporarily located spa, dumpster, gravel pile and a ton of construction debris. The cleome have grown quite tall, determined to be seen over all the obstacles to their viewing. I am 5’9" for comparison.
And of course the wealth of summer produce has kept me happily occupied for hours in the kitchen. Shopping the farm stands, planning menus, cooking…. all this pleasantly occupies hours of each day. I’m not complaining here either. I will miss this in the dead of winter when there is no decent vegetable to be found. Of course I will have more sewing time then as well.
And the construction crews are back. Even though I am not doing the work, there seems to be an endless variety of things to be done, people to talk to, little tasks to be undertaken. And then there is the time spent following the progress, watching one’s house be transformed. That is distractin enough.
But a little fiberly progress has been made:
I finally cut out all the pieces for the nursery room set. How many weeks ago did I wash this fabric and set it aside? There is no point in counting the days. What is done is done. It took me bits and pieces of two days to get this far: Saturday and Sunday. Nothing further has been accomplished since, at least not on the sewing front.