I’ve slowed down a little over the past two weeks, which, combined with the beginning of August and the realization that fall is five weeks away, is making me feel anxious.
I have patterns I want to make:
I have fabric with which to make them:
(Can you tell I’m planning on yellow shoes for fall?)
I even have fabric cut out and ready to be sewn:
But lately there’s been something else (farmers markets, Nigel Slater cookbooks, mindless fashion magazines that I read, thinking, “I could make that”) that I’d rather do. I thought a sewing machine at home was supposed to make me more productive.