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dragonlady7I'm feeling drained and not particularly creative. I have all these creative impulses, sure, but none of them want to actually come to fruition. And I'm not feeling creative about the one thing I really need to be creative about. I still owe my nephew a birth sampler, from October of last year. Today I finally cut out the fabric to stitch on-- the same linen I used for my sister's wedding sampler that got rained on and kind of wrecked (oh well)-- and I'm sitting, very tired, eyelids drooping, wishing I'd just bought a pattern. I don't know what to do now, don't have any more ideas, have been worrying over it too long and just don't know what to do.
Which I'll get over, and imminently, I just have to get cracking.
I have a zillion ideas for a textile art project I want to start. I could take and repurpose old clothing I have lying around that I can't bear to get rid of, and I could make sort of crazy-quilt like insulated wall hangings for various purposes; I have all kinds of ideas, and could use the stash of crewel/needlepoint wool my mother just randomly sent me. It would be super cool. That's not a birth sampler, though.
So this one more thing, this obligationy thing, and then I'm back into just sewing for pleasure. (Except that really, I should go straight into finishing up last year's Christmas gifts... well, I can do that, OK.)
I'm just so tired. And I know the reason I'm so tired is that I'm in the midst of working as many days straight as it's possible to do without earning overtime. Two coworkers are on vacation simultaneously, and so I had to cover both days of the weekend. I haven't had a day off since Wednesday, and I won't have a day off until Friday, and I'm just pooped. I have to be alert and intelligent this week, as I'm learning someone's job to cover for him while he's on vacation. And my mom keeps asking why I can't switch around my days off to come visit while my sister is up from Georgia with the boys, even though i've explained four times now that I'm covering someone's vacation, and it would be pretty shitty of me to tell him he's got to move his vacation so I can have yet more time off after I just got two solid weeks off. (I didn't ask for both weeks; they were offered to me. But still, I had them.)
So I'm sitting here with a blank white piece of linen sort of pondering what the hell to do with it. It's gotta have the baby's name, it should have marine animals on it of some kind to go with his bedroom, and I have every color of cotton floss known to man. I can work something out. I just would really rather spend the week asleep.
Which I'll get over, and imminently, I just have to get cracking.
I have a zillion ideas for a textile art project I want to start. I could take and repurpose old clothing I have lying around that I can't bear to get rid of, and I could make sort of crazy-quilt like insulated wall hangings for various purposes; I have all kinds of ideas, and could use the stash of crewel/needlepoint wool my mother just randomly sent me. It would be super cool. That's not a birth sampler, though.
So this one more thing, this obligationy thing, and then I'm back into just sewing for pleasure. (Except that really, I should go straight into finishing up last year's Christmas gifts... well, I can do that, OK.)
I'm just so tired. And I know the reason I'm so tired is that I'm in the midst of working as many days straight as it's possible to do without earning overtime. Two coworkers are on vacation simultaneously, and so I had to cover both days of the weekend. I haven't had a day off since Wednesday, and I won't have a day off until Friday, and I'm just pooped. I have to be alert and intelligent this week, as I'm learning someone's job to cover for him while he's on vacation. And my mom keeps asking why I can't switch around my days off to come visit while my sister is up from Georgia with the boys, even though i've explained four times now that I'm covering someone's vacation, and it would be pretty shitty of me to tell him he's got to move his vacation so I can have yet more time off after I just got two solid weeks off. (I didn't ask for both weeks; they were offered to me. But still, I had them.)
So I'm sitting here with a blank white piece of linen sort of pondering what the hell to do with it. It's gotta have the baby's name, it should have marine animals on it of some kind to go with his bedroom, and I have every color of cotton floss known to man. I can work something out. I just would really rather spend the week asleep.
