It has been quite a long time since I’ve been here. I lost my way when it came to sewing and blogging, etc. Lately though, I’ve been getting back to sewing…A LOT!
The older I get, the more I figure out about things. Not important things, mind you, like what I want to be when I grow up, but other “Important Stuff.”
Letsee, “Important Stuff” I have figured out.
1. Creating “stuff” is very important. I sometimes bounce around on what kind of things I want to create. But the act of creating is very necessary to my sanity. I need the process of coming up with an idea and seeing it through to completion. Which leads us to #2…
2. I am lousy at completing things. I am great at the “hunting and gathering” stage of a project. The finding and searching for just the perfect item, fabric, color, whatever is the thrilling part. Finishing the idea, not so much.
3. The world is not a very classy place. I blame a lot of things on reality tv. So many people are so desperate for that little bit of “fame,” that they go on these shows and act horrible to other people. Which in turn, other people watch and think “This is how _I_ should act, too!” So now we have more people who think they deserve everything for nothing and that they’re always right and any behavior is ok as long as it gets them what they want.
So…what am I going to do aout my “Important Stuff”?
1. I have to set aside time for me to create, simple as that. ha ha ha A full-time job, a husband who wants some of my time, huh, imagine that! A son who still lives at home at 26 who still can make me laugh and is one of the most interested and interesting people I know. Elderly parents, another son who has his own place, AND copes with Asberger’s syndrome, you know how things add up. So where does me time come in? Well, I swear every day I’m going home from work and sewing. Dammit! Yes I AM! Whoever invented the recliner should be taken out and flogged with a comfy blankie and fuzzy socks. All the things that seem to get between me and my sewing room. So, I make a great effort on Tuesday night while my husband teaches NRA classes to kids, to do my sewing.
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