The Word of The Week is…
Last week, something clicked in my brain. It was like a fog had lifted and I finally could take a good hard look at the way I have been lived. I’m not sure what triggered it. Maybe it was finally getting the pattern in the shop, or that Gladys’ first birthday is approaching and we are leaving that intense newborn phase. Perhaps, it was the beginning of Lent. Or that it has been a rather spring-like February. Likely, it was all of the above.
Upon “waking up”, I was saddened to see a poorly cared for family, neglected self, piles of unfinished projects, and gluttony of internet time. Things have gotten out of whack around here!
Things Bright and Sister Diane’s posts on a healthy internet “diet” kicked me in the pants and I have been analyzing my own. I don’t think the internet is bad, but I don’t think how i spend my time on it is helping do the things I actually want to do. But if I schedule in set times to work on emails or reading my favorite blogs or pinteresting, I won’t be “popping in for just a minute” all day long, and it will leave me with more time for family and more time to sew. It is always hard to cut back, but maybe if I make a public declaration of it, I can do better.
“Things they won’t say when they grow up…”
from The Train To Crazy
(used with permission)
As well as decluttering my time, I spent last week decluttering my house. I started with the scariest place – the basement Laundry/Pantry/Play Room/Sewing area. No before pictures. It was too scary for words. Maybe at some point, I’ll take some “after” pictures.
That was what I took out. What remained was much prettier.
Folding my fabric and sorting the mountains of scraps was a pleasure as always. Each piece brought back memories of projects past.
With that cleared away, I now have physical and emotional energy to start tackling some lingering projects. I’ve run ahead of the Minoru Jacket sew-along and all that is left on mine is the hem. So very close!