When I was in Addicted to Fabric a month or so ago, I was completely besotted and amazed by the double-sided prints that are available, even in the finest of fabric weights.
I came home with several metres of the double-sided knits, and have been thinking about what I might make with them. I haven't made a decision, nor have I had the time to sew for myself, but I'm hedging towards pattern-free and a bit twisty.
Mostly, I'm just looking forward to having the time and brainspace to sew for myself again. My head is full of garment ideas.... and little fantasies about yoga retreats or weekends of sewing in Apollo Bay.
Life has been completely out of balance these last few months: very heavy on the work and panic and very light on the family, friends and breathing-without-hyperventilating. Now that the projects for the book are done and the manuscript is in its final tweakings stage, I'm able to stand still for odd moments and take in the scene.
(If I look at that same table right now, it actually has twice as much craft debris all over it ...and onto two chairs and the floor.)
Now that the book is nearly done, I've realised that there is less than a month until I go to Quilt Market in Portland... and there's ...ummmm... quite a lot to do. I hadn't even started before last week.
I plough on. I neglect my blog. I'm still reading the same novel I started months ago. I let the wee girl watch too much mindless television. I don't sew anything that isn't work-related.
There is balance in my mind, if not in my itinerary. I still count my blessings, delight in every blue skied day (a residual habit after living for 5 years in Ireland). I'm thankful for every day without sickness and for my beautiful girl. And I know that at some point, all this madness will be a distant memory. Hopefully, the memory will serve as a reminder to keep life in balance a bit more in future, and not take on more than I need to, or can cope with.
Amongst it all, I must remember to keep my eye on what's really important, and on the example that I'm setting.
My girl has an eye for detail, is creative, independent and strong-willed. I think I know where she might get that from, but I wonder what else she's absorbing.
She made these dolls to please me... not by her creativity but by "keeping busy and out of [my] way"... It was one of those parenting moments that cause pause and reflection.
It'd be nice if we could take an extended holiday while we're in the USA, but the reality around here is that I have to hit the ground running when we get back. Nobody else pays the bills.
I have ideas for patterns (how long is it since I've done one of those...?).
I've been scheduling classes for the winter (... and if you 'd like to do any of them, I'd suggest getting in quick because they're filling up).
And I've been thinking of ways to be more present when I'm parenting, and more joyful in the presence of the magic that is my clever, creative, extraordinary kid.
And I'm definitely looking into the possibility of a weekend away. Apollo Bay is calling.