I come from a larger family (four children), which meant that there was a lot more conforming to house standards and a lot less doing whatever the heck I felt like. One standard that was set was for cleanliness, and to a lesser degree, neatness. I bet you think those two are the same! But they're not. Cleanliness requires that you scrub ... and wash ... and wash, and scrub. Neatness requires that you put things away.
After many decades of fighting the yoke of cleanliness, I've finally succumbed to it -- after all, there's something to be said about living free of dust, mold, bugs, and sticky filth. But neatness? Well, that was never drummed into me. But I did have a special appreciation for arranging things nicely, and having a place for everything (and everything in a place).
Lately, life got me down and I let my room go to the wrong side of the neatness barometer. But somehow, today, I can see more of my floor than I have in a long time. And I feel inspired! Inspired to ... sew. Yep. See, most of the crap that's turned my room into a hoarder's fantasy is sewing stuff. Patterns, patterns, and more patterns; clothes waiting to be re-styled; sewing projects in progress; and new cuts of fabric. Oh, and shoes. Because I'm a woman and I can do that. But anyway!
The point is that I've somehow cleared a little space on my floor, and I want more. So I need to sew -- sew through each pattern to see how it fits, sew through the piles of fabric so that they are clothes and not piles. I can already foresee the strain this is going to put on my meager closet, but hey! I'm all about making sacrifices. If that means having more to wear than I ever have in my life, well -- what's a woman to do?
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