Dirty Little Secret
Do you remember that clean, well organized scrapbook room of mine? On the surface it looks pretty good, but underneath the scrappy exterior lies a wealth of sewing supplies, all unorganized and almost unused. There are about six half finished projects, including an entire denim quilt top, a wall hanging, quilt pieces, and yards of fabric purchased with big plans that I never got around to.
I dumped it all out the other night and went through it. I haven’t thrown out a pair of jeans in twenty years. I have moved a shower curtain to three different states because I look at it and I don’t see a shower curtain, I see a fairy costume. I have two yards of day-glo pink vinyl and I don’t know why. I have extremely limited sewing skills. I’ve made a few quilts and a few dresses (with supervision). I have mad seam ripping skills from years of practice. I do not think in such a way that allows me to turn things inside out and form seams; I cannot visualize it at all. I have amazing creative visions and no way to carry them out. It is infuriating. I shouldn’t be let inside of a fabric store and yet I keep going back. Like today when I went and bought more felt that I may or may not actually use. It is an illness.
If you want to know more about the mess, I strongly suggest that you click on the photo and read my notes. Confession: it’s good for the soul.




