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dragonlady7via http://ift.tt/1prWHmj:
I know what it is, I want to make something with my hands, and I haven’t made a thing since like.
I don’t know.
I made homemade wrapping paper (out of a roll of the brown paper you wrap packages in, and some screens I’d burned months before) for Christmas. I don’t think I’ve sewed anything in. Uh.
I mean, I made signs for Ann’s farm. Cut out and hemmed and painted. And it was a damn lot of painting.
But I need to sew something. Or like. Embroider something. I need to. I don’t want to clean the house. I want to make a thing. Because it’s been a really long time.
If I finished cleaning, and got everything onto shelves, and got that all sorted out, then everything I need to make things would be organized and easily-found and I could have my pick of projects and not waste time hunting for stuff.
But I want to make a thing now, and I keep subverting it and making myself go write, which is nice and all because that is a thing I want to finish, but it’s not what I want. I want to make. A thing. With my hands. And I need to do that.
I need to just fucking suck it up and make time and find enough of my supplies to just go do that.
I know what it is, I want to make something with my hands, and I haven’t made a thing since like.
I don’t know.
I made homemade wrapping paper (out of a roll of the brown paper you wrap packages in, and some screens I’d burned months before) for Christmas. I don’t think I’ve sewed anything in. Uh.
I mean, I made signs for Ann’s farm. Cut out and hemmed and painted. And it was a damn lot of painting.
But I need to sew something. Or like. Embroider something. I need to. I don’t want to clean the house. I want to make a thing. Because it’s been a really long time.
If I finished cleaning, and got everything onto shelves, and got that all sorted out, then everything I need to make things would be organized and easily-found and I could have my pick of projects and not waste time hunting for stuff.
But I want to make a thing now, and I keep subverting it and making myself go write, which is nice and all because that is a thing I want to finish, but it’s not what I want. I want to make. A thing. With my hands. And I need to do that.
I need to just fucking suck it up and make time and find enough of my supplies to just go do that.
