Slowly but surely, I feel I am emerging from the fog. In the early days, a newborn is a welcome interruption to life’s most mundane tasks. The laundry, meal prep, and house cleaning, though added to by the new addition, don’t call to me as much as my babe. And I am able to put them off to tend to her with little reprocussions.
Somewhere about halfway between there and now, i begin to long for order, rhythm, and, well, clean things. And I attempt to reintegrate those chores back into normal life. It takes a while to adjust as I tend to jump in rather blindly to all the parts plus a newest member who is still very needy. So it takes me until about now to feel like life is working for me again. And what a good feeling it is.
Consequently, I’ve had more time for hobbies and reading, two luxuries that greatly improve a life that doesn’t see very many things beyond the inside of a house on most days.
I have picked up a needle hoop embroidery project and I’m tending to it slowly, over the little tv I allow myself in the evenings, as long as my mind is not too tired and my eyes able to stay awake.
I have discovered the joys of audio books, a natural progression from podcasts. It started when my subscribed podcasts weren’t updating quickly enough and I needed something filler in the interim. I then remembered the “free” subscription to Audible through Amazon prime and began exploring the free selections they had. A TN friend clued me into Hoopla, a service of our public library, which has videos, e books, and audio books but never any wait time. These two things have kept my mind busy when my body is tired but things still yearn to be completed.
I worked on and recently finished the first ever top I’ve made for myself. Ive had a brown knit gauze sitting in my stash for about 2 years now and couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it in the two purges my sewing room has been through. Finally it called to me and I instantly envisioned what I wanted to make from it: something flowy and loose, similar to the boutique-y handmade tops that are so popular these days. It was a simple stitch up, taking me about two naptimes to complete (which included a lot of thinking time since I wasn’t following a specific pattern). Ultimately, though it has its flaws, I’m really happy with how it turned out. I left the bottom un-hemmed, but serged, liking the way it hangs in a hi-low style. The shoulders are low like many of the dolman styles I see in stores today. I added two different collars to the neck, but ultimately cut them off, serged, and turned under once for a simple , but light sitting collar. Finally, I added a snap in the middle placket to keep it modest, but I love snap/button plackets for nursing.
I recently bought a brown, suede fabric remnant at one of my favorite local fabric stores during a sale and hope to turn it into something similar before winter’s out. Just waiting for the right inspiration to strike, because as I’ve learned many times, if it’s not there, it’s not worth pushing through to find it.
At that same fabric store, I picked up a few lycra knits. They are so stretchy and have the softest hand. I already had some projects in mind for them, so I picked up a baby blue (things for my nephew first, then for the girls with what’s leftover) and a dusty pink. I’ve already cut into the blue and turned out three items from it: a raglan dress for Sib, and a knotted gown and ringer tee for coming-soon-nephew. (raglan dress and ringer tee patterns here). My scan n cut was used to cut the iron-on vinyl decals. I love a multi-layered project. So satisfying!
Tomorrow I will cut into the pink fabric. I’ve got an open tab to see if I can find the #milliedress in English for free!
Also from that haul came an orange and white seersucker with navy blue embroidered bows. That was turned into a bow tie for my neckwear loving N. I dream of making a summer outfit for Sib out of the remainder. Finally I picked up a pale yellow cotton, soft as silk. Maybe a bubble romper or fluttery dress or two will come out of it, come spring.
As exercise is to the body, creating is to the mind. A necessary diversion and a way to release the toxins from the social strata that keep creeping in. Every afternoon that I get a few minutes to myself in my sewing room is a good day!