For the last few months, I have had a goal to spend at least 15 minutes in my sewing room each day. Sometimes, I get absorbed and finish a project or two. Sometimes, I only have enough time to complete the next step in an ongoing project. Sometimes, I trace off a pattern. Sometimes, I sit down in front of the TV with some hand-sewing and call that good. But the point is - I always make sure to do something every day.
However, at the end of October, we moved across the city. For the last few days before the move, I kept up with my goal - sorting my fabric stash, packing my patterns, organizing my tools & notions, packing away all of my fabric, etc. Then, when my sewing stuff was all packed away, I was still in there every day, packing up the rest of the room, or cleaning it out.
Now that we're moved into our new place, I had a similar goal for myself, but it hasn't been going well. When I get home from work, I'm overwhelmed by my kitchen, my bedroom, and my living room. I've been busy, sorting, cleaning, unpacking, organizing, but not any of that to do with sewing. I got most of the sewing things gathered into a corner, but that's about it. My precious Singer sits there staring at me from under its cover, begging me to bring it out to play. My fabric is stacked in clear totes, calling to me with its colours and prints.
But I'd rather have dishes in my cupboards and clothes in my dresser (getting dressed out of cardboard boxes is never fun).
Everything will slowly be accomplished, and I will get back on track with all of my Christmas projects, I know. But right now, I'm feeling a little defeated, and my sewing is feeling a little neglected.
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