Someday...

Do you ever find yourself saying things like:

"Someday I'll get to sew more."

"Someday I will be able to sew without a little person in my lap/on the table/asking for milk/touching my fabric with sticky fingers."

"Someday . . . "

I'm feeling that way lately. I've got so many, SO MANY, projects in the works. I can barely make a dent in them. Why?

Hmmmm, let's see.

I'm in school full time. 15 credits. Lots of homework.

I have four children and am pregnant with my fifth. I'm currently dealing with nausea like never before and am totally exhausted. All. The. Time.

I homeschool two of our children.

I will be moving in six months. Just before baby is due. Awesome. The stress from that alone is killing me!

I am starting to sound whiny. I don't mean to. I love my life and and so blessed to have the opportunity to finish my degree. But I'd be a big ol' liar if I didn't 'fess up and say I just want to be home with my babies and sewing machine.

I will post pictures shortly of what I've been working on. Some doll dresses, some quilt blocks. Good times.

Breathing out...

What do you do when you are overwhelmed?

There are those bumper stickers that say stuff like:

"When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping!"

Well, that's not me, entirely. I go shopping for ideas for projects. I've got the fabric. So, when the going gets tough for me, I get sewing. It's my therapy. It has a certain sense of accomplishment, no matter how small.

Case in point. Yesterday afternoon, after homeschooling lessons were done, I got out the sewing machine. I sewed together four strip sets of five honeybun strips each. Not much. But it put a tiny dent in something I'm working on. It is quantifiable and definite. I like that.

I also realized that one of the classes I'm taking is not bringing me all that much satisfaction. I took it because I needed another class, not because I need this class in particular. Unfortunately, the time of day was awful for me (1:30? Give me an 8:30 class!), the professor was knowledgeable but talked on and on for an hour and a half, and the reading material was dry, dry, dry.

So I dropped it. It is so liberating to have my schedule magically free up like that.

So I can sew again! And craft with Laurel!

I've got a little secret . . .

First, don't you wish you had lips like that? Oh, just me. Okay then.

Second, I've got a secret. A good one. But I can't tell.

I know, Aaron is always telling me that two people keep a secret . . . if one of them is dead. Nice, huh? But true. But see, I'm not telling you the secret. Just telling you that I have one.

But I will tell this much (can you tell I hate keeping secrets?):

• It involves my laptop, some colored pencils, scissors, tape, posterboard, and eventually a jelly roll (that's fabric speak for 40 2.5" strips rolled together for those not in the know).

More to be revealed later.

You are what you sew...

I read something just now that got me to thinking. Another blogger made the point that when we make something, it always describes how we are feeling, that it is a representation of who we are. Well, I can buy into that.

I love bright colors. I love sunshine. I miss sunshine! When it's gray and dreary, I crave bright, vibrant colors. Is it any wonder this is what I'm working with these days?



Plus, a big ol' box of yellow and orange strips for a string quilt, and some left over for a HST quilt. Yep, I'm craving sunshine alright.