Back to reality post escape (um, well, it was an semi escape that is currently turning into the endless rounds of insurance talks, doctor visits and juggling sick twins...yep, sick again). It makes me feel a little like it would have been better to just stay put. I am harried and frazzled and tired and dirty (screw baking soda, I am taking a long bubbly shower as soon as my Mama can take the boys for a while). But I am here, and we Mamas (and others) know you just have to keep on going. You have to. Because those little ones need interaction and security, food needs making (except for last night when I resorted to really good pizza from the local joint) and laundry needs washing. Some how.
And of course, what do I do when I am feeling stressed. I try to cram as much craft into my solitary breathless moments. Because I am crazed like that. Actually it is my non crazy that needs it. There is something calming in the small even stitches, the repetitive movements that leave behind evidence of my ability to create outside of myself, evidence of little dreams.
I started this simple bag last week and it came with us onto the slopes.
It is from the excellent book Simple Sewing by Lotta Jansdotter and I loved the way it came together so organically. She is right on with the title, her projects are simple, logical and easily executed. This one is from a sturdy pretty corduroy (1 dollar remnant) and a splash of Heather Ross fabric for a pocket. It held up well on my back through out the day, was barely noticeable. I think it will be a good take along for hikes and park days. I also think I might make up a few for the boys to introduce the beginnings of packing it in (and out) when we venture this Spring.
And then the Mammoth porch activities with needle and thread. Here is a peep peek.
I have a plan to do up a few more onesies. I had such fun doing the auction pieces (that sold, much to my relief). The little character of Fred has been floating around this household, created by my brother Jon for his French class. He is a debonair little monkey and finds himself in many different situations, diapered and cute, breaking out of his first Easter egg. I am planning on stocking a few onesies in the shop, plans plans. I will let you know if it does happen...I think these would make excellent baby shower gifts and lord knows there is a plethora of pregnant women out there right now.
So, there is my Zen. And this is a new Zen I am discovering. I read about Alabama Chanin and the book Alabama Stitch Book at one of my new favorite blogs. Something about the images immediately called to me so I did a book order post tax refund. The last two evenings I have been immersed in the magic that is the Alabama book. I actually gets tingles when I see some of the pieces. Combined with my Weekend Sewing
acquisition, the inside of my brain feels like a virtual world of amazing sewing possibilities. It may be some time before I can actually try a piece from the Alabama book, but I have so much fodder for my night time imaginings.
So, one step at a time. First, park, then doctor then dinner then tomorrow. It all works itself out. With a little time and faith and healing, right?
And reminders to breathe. Just breathe.
Train Hat II : Check.
Not to alarm anyone, Tim is okay...but struggling a little more than we thought. Keep him in mind if you can.