I’m spending way too much time staring at this delicious fabric that arrived via post last week. I can’t help it. It’s just so beautiful. And the plans in my head: green for a shirt/PJ’s/baby-pris for Elliot, Navy for a Mr Rae dress shirt, yellow floral for a purse/bag for me (I’m pretty sure I need more of those), red for a swing top, natural floral for another McCalls 5388 for me (Presser Foot had such great versions I think I need to try another one)…and on, and on…
But as I look around the room I count at least nine projects that are in piles waiting to be finished, more than twice that waiting to get cut, and almost every piece of fabric in my current stash wants to get turned into something that’s still in my head. I wonder: how long, if I could sew full time and not just a few hours a day (during naps and after bedtime) would it take me to whittle all of this down to nothing? Maybe half a year? Who knows.
I just started my very last (hurrah!) graduate class for my masters degree last Monday. I’m so excited to be finished with that I could yodel. I’ve renewed my teaching certificate for another five years. We began renovating the basement last week to make more room for Elliotta (my MIL’s nickname…cute, eh?) upstairs. I’ve got so many irons in the fire and so little time. I feel like I’m on the Countdown to Baby.
That’s all. Just wanted to share my excess of fabric and deficit of time.