Recently I’ve been spending large amounts of time on my couch reading self help books and trolling the internet. Separated after being a stay at home wife for twenty five years with no outside job and two kids to still take care of is kind of terrifying, and to tell you the truth I feel frozen sometimes. Like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
Add to that I’m still grieving over my dad’s death, and yes, I felt like not only a deer caught in the headlights, but one who had been hit by that car.
Then a few weeks ago during my lowest point, my best friend since I was eight, she’s more like a sister, found out she had cancer and had emergency thyroid removal surgery. So I picked myself up off the couch to go stay with her, trying not to focus on my own problems to try to help her through hers. Thank God it looks like she is going to be OK. So I’m grateful for that.
Do I feel like sewing yet? Not really. But I’m making a point to go down to the sewing garage, which I had to completely unpack since we had moved all my sewing things to the new house. It took weeks to find everything and put things back in order. Finishing those pull on pants on my barely functioning Janome felt like it took forever! But I was so glad to have something completed in my hands. I hadn’t sewn for three months and since all my favorite hand made clothes were stolen on the last day of our trip, it felt good to have something new to wear that I had made. That will teach me not to pack my favorite things to bring on a trip.
For the past two weeks I’ve been working on a simple ruffle sleeve blouse. A pattern I’ve already made and loved, Simplicity 8602. I could normally whip out a project like this in a day or two, and I know I will get back to that. But not yet. I loved the top I made before with this pattern, but it was among the stolen items so I decided to make a new one. Yesterday I set in a sleeve. That was it. I sewed for twenty minutes. But it was something.
I also finished tacking on some cuffs for an antique lace and linen church vestment I’ve been restoring for our parish priest. I find the solitude and quietness of being alone in my sewing room hand sewing white church garments very comforting. I imagine I’m sewing in a workshop in Italy during the renaissance.
So while I’d rather lie on my couch and stare out the front door at my dying lemon trees because there was a broken pipe and the sprinklers were off for a month,, I’m not going to. Well, maybe only for a little while….
When life gives you a dried out lemon tree what do you do? You go out and drag the hose over and water it, then try to squeeze those dried out lemons and make a little bit of lemonade.