Progression

It is no secret that I am in the midst of an affair with my knitting needles.  My poor sewing machine has been neglected.  Yesterday, in a fit of energy after my nap, I did a bit of cleaning in the studio and started some new sewing projects.

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Little stacks of scraps make me happy.  The heft of my scissors and the smooth fabric felt so good in my hands.  I find piling it up and arranging it in groups therapeutic.  My mind rests and my eyes take over.  It sounds strange, I know, but it works for me.  Yesterday, I got so caught up in achieving the perfect color and pattern combinations that I never got to the sewing part.  This is unusual...my preferred speed is fast, and when not fast, faster.  And while I would love to have a finished project, something concrete for the hours I spent up there, it's okay.   I need to slow down.  The cutting, the sewing, the making...it's waiting for me.   It'll be there when I am ready:  a true work in progress...kind of like me.