I took a blogging break.
If you follow me on FB, you got the announcement on Monday morning, about the time I decided blogging was the expendable thing of the week.
See, I have an LC who is growing like a weed. And I promised her around Easter to sew her a new dress or two. We pick out patterns and fabric in May and life kept marching on. Without leaving time for sewing.
I got the dresses cut out the beginning of June. Which was huge. Because I have HATED cutting since kindergarten. (Do you know how much cutting they make you do in K? Enough for a lifetime!) So, that part of the process is always dreadful.
But June passed, with VBS, and writing, and business stuff, and stay-cation, and cousins' camp out and training, and no more progress was made on the dresses.
Which had morphed into 2 dresses for LC, plus a matching dress and pair of bloomer/shorts for Meres.
Mid July, mid summer break, mid-mid. Busy life. Still juggling. Business, family, blogging, training.
I love blogging. I love writing. It is very cathartic for me. It is also very time consuming. I spend close to 2 hours each afternoon writing posts, watermarking pictures, and editing. I spend an additional hour most days sharing my posts on social media. Three hours. Five days a week.
I love blogging. I love writing. It is very cathartic for me. It is also very time consuming. I spend close to 2 hours each afternoon writing posts, watermarking pictures, and editing. I spend an additional hour most days sharing my posts on social media. Three hours. Five days a week.
Do you know how much sewing can happen in 15 hours? Three dresses and a pair of shorts worth!
Both maybe could have fit into my week. But, the starting and stopping would have been a pain. I needed concentrated time.
Last week I didn't clean. I barely cooked. I didn't write. I sewed.
'Cause every yes requires a corresponding no.
I sewed zippers and I listened to podcasts.
I finished seams and I listened to my kids' movies playing.
I hemmed (and hawed) and smiled as Meres converted the closet next to me into her office.
Last week I didn't clean. I barely cooked. I didn't write. I sewed.
'Cause every yes requires a corresponding no.
I sewed zippers and I listened to podcasts.
I finished seams and I listened to my kids' movies playing.
I hemmed (and hawed) and smiled as Meres converted the closet next to me into her office.
I studied patterns and fashioned bodices and skirts, sleeves and bows. I matched seams and ripped out seams. I ironed and ironed some more.
I didn't pick up my mess every day. (The setting up and picking up is a huge part of the process, that takes time and can inhibit the sewing in the first place.)
I buckled down, and I created. I made something(s) beautiful. I did something I truly love to do, but that I don't do enough.
We all need breaks. Maybe I should have planned ahead better to not leave you all hanging for a week.
Maybe the best plan was to just seize the day. To make time where there was no time.
To put off any other clamoring urgents...
I didn't pick up my mess every day. (The setting up and picking up is a huge part of the process, that takes time and can inhibit the sewing in the first place.)
I buckled down, and I created. I made something(s) beautiful. I did something I truly love to do, but that I don't do enough.
We all need breaks. Maybe I should have planned ahead better to not leave you all hanging for a week.
Maybe the best plan was to just seize the day. To make time where there was no time.
To put off any other clamoring urgents...
To keep a promise to someone(s) who means the world to me...