Yep, it has been a long time since I sewed. The morning of my mom’s passing, I was up until 4AM finishing up some pouches for The Traveling Pittsburgh Craft-O-Tron. In my woozy, delirious sleepiness, I did not take my phone upstairs, I did not hear it ring in the early morning hours. Nature Boy got the call from my father while I was upstairs showering. So you see, it is a thing of complicated emotions, guilt, angst, fear, unreliability, this sewing business.
I am not writing this for pity or to make myself feel bad again. I am writing it to declare tomorrow, I will sew again. No more excuses, no being too busy, no needing a “break.” I am going to get back in that ring, jump on the horse and grab the brass ring. I am going to sew for fun, sew for remembrance, sew for laughs or tears or all of it. Sew while talking to myself, to her, singing random songs. I don’t care how it shakes out- I WILL SEW TOMORROW. Hell, highwater and all. To prove it I will post a pick of the work, or the process, or me with thread and fabric vomit all over. There, it is done.