it's been a month since i've sewn anything other than a baby hem and i'm feeling loooooooow. that's kind of a lie, i basted the blue basement dress together, even serged up her edges with ellie, and i swear, it's like she was made for me, but the funk i felt clearly pointed me to PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN and pour a glass of wine.
perhaps that was my mistake in the first place? my right hand is not complete without a glass of something delicious. easily remedied. but the real reasons for my missing mojo, not so much.
1. I HATE MY STASH
after being away from it for eight months, i was pretty excited to paw through it again. it had been banished to some bags in a storage closet, to make room for other people's shite. when i pulled it out, i thought, surely these are my scraps, man did i save a lot of scraps, and after another annoying hour of looking for it, i announced to ruggy: i had lost my stash. GONE. evaporated into thin air. that, or our gentleman friend staying in our apartment suddenly got a hankering to sew up a very bright wardrobe. it all looks crazy and fun on the screen. in real life, it's chemical-tastic stuff that will most certainly go all pill-y or plain evaporate after one wash.
there were some gems, mostly from our debimegoonamena meetup last year, and some swap beauties. the duds were picked with my very own hand. a hand that was most certainly free of a delicious glass of something, as garment district shopping hours are a little early.
again, drinkless: maybe a mistake.
2. SEASONAL CHANGES MAKE MY HEAD HURT
if you happen to live in a changing climate, you know the change in the air effects many parts of day to day life. shorts are exchanged for pants, tank tops for cardigans, chardonnay for shiraz. but now i'm wondering if the seasonal shift affects sewing mojo. especially for those of us who don't sew a season ahead of time. (WHATEVER, WARDROBE PLANNERS. AREN'T YOU SMART.) when the days are not hot but not cool, i have no idea what to wear, and since i sew for the season i'm in, i therefore have no idea what to sew.
luckily there is always an appropriate alcohol.
3. I AM SPOILED
this has always been true, but add to the list of brattiness: i hate my sewing space. it kind of sucks. i didn't think this before we spent several months in a bona fide house complete with stunt sewing pool. at first i gave myself permission to use one of the four desks in the house. then i decided the dining room shelves could hold a bit of fabric. by the end of it, anything that wasn't sewing related was relegated to a spare bedroom, and i had control over a small country's worth of space. how am i supposed to get my brain back into the postage stamp i have in reality? my stash is ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE LIVING ROOM BEHIND CLOSED DOORS FOR GODSAKES.
and let's not get into the maniacal rattle of my ellie as i race through a seam. i used to think it was so nice that ruggy and i worked right next to each other with our matching old school drafting desks. now i realize i'm subjecting him to nonstop brain jarring noise. and i'm not even sewing anything for him.
i've been delusional about my stash, spoiled in my sewing space, and my seasonal switches are shorted out. when i lose my mojo, i pour something stiff and cut into something pretty. as the only Something Pretty i had on hand was the mood velvet deliciousness, i stopped by chic and paron and picked up some new pretty, in the form of three silks and two wovens. and ruggy made me up a new cocktail (for now, dubbed the Autumn In New York. WHAT. how else am i expected to cut into the velvet of awesomeness?)
what do you do to get your mojo back?