Nothing to share (yet) but wanted to pop in and say I have set myself one of those Ridiculous Deadlines*. On Friday night, I cut out 3 skirts, 3 pairs of shorts, 1 Tshirt and one dress for the kids. I've decided that by Sunday night (tonight) these have to be finished because I'm not sewing next week.
Or ever again. No, not really, but it sure feels like I want to put away the sewing machine forever. It also feels like Christmas-making. The hardest thing about sewing on a deadline is not really the deadline. It's the awful mess in the sewing room because I don't want to take the time to clean up as I go. And the kids come in and play there because that's where Mom is. And I'm saying constantly, "Pins! Sharp! Scissors! Keep away!" and everywhere there is the crunch-crackle-crunch of paper patterns as people -including me - walk all over them to get to other things. It always looks like a bomb went off in there, with the fabric and scraps and small plastic toy food on little pastel-colored plates where someone has set up cake shop amidst the measuring tapes and ribbing.
Yesterday, I made some modest progress, interrupted by meals which had to be cooked, helping children in the bathroom, mediating arguments, running out to Land's End to return a cashmere blouse (sigh), several games of Snap and two rounds of Payday. Incidentally, this is not the old version of Payday, which had the hideous prom dress for which one had to fork out $40. When I was a teenager, I used to play this with a couple of friends on a regular basis and how we howled when we had to buy that dress! Two of us sewed, so we were especially insulted by having to pay anything for something so bad.
Today will be the home stretch. I think after this I will take my machines in to the spa (what I tell them the dealer is) for some TLC. Nothing wrong with them; just that I'd worked them so hard recently that they need a break too.
* These really work! And they aren't as crazy as they sound!