Still Here

I am still here, but I seem to be existing in a lull state of late.  It is not just sewing that is suffering due to my general state of ennui; knitting, reading, even cooking have basically ceased. 

This is unusual.  Typically my great stress-reliever is time spent in the kitchen whipping up a meal for someone, or a batch of cookies.  Cooking got me through college and grad school, finals and orals are literally a piece of cake after a night spent baking.  I know that my stress-relieving techniques fed many a happy dorm-mate during my college years.  But now, nothing. Even when I venture into the kitchen the inspiration is gone and the results may not be particularly appealing.  It reminds me how much of what we do is more than just  following directions.  There is a bit of soul that goes into making things.

I know this too will pass.  The one-seam pants that have been languishing for weeks will be conquered (they are not the problem) and I will find where I left my creative side (is it under the living room sofa?)  and snap it back in place.

Things may already be looking up.

I actually sewed a button on my pants rather than safety pin them together yesterday:  They weren’t the buttons that came with the pants.  I know I saved the button when it fell off.  I know I put it in my pants pocket.  But I washed the pants — no button.  It may be lurking in the bowels of the washing machine, or it may have fallen out anywhere — when I changed to swim?.  These are the kinds of things that happen when one is not oneself.

I love that phrase, "not oneself".  Who might I be?

I also turned out a pretty decent dinner tonight.  Simple, but decent.  Pork chops, broccoli, baked potatoes.  All-American right?

A lovely bit of salad was fabricated from a few things I found in the pantry:

A local peach.  A tomato.  The tops to some local onions.  Belgian endive, a navel orange, and a little olive oil round it all out.

I think I’ll be back soon.