Years ago I used to sew a lot. I made all my own clothes and, for a while, even had a little out-of-my-house business making clothes and fixing them. When I was married, I sewed a whole lot because my sewing machine was in the very messy guest bedroom and my husband always required the door be closed so I could go in there and close the door and not be married for hours on end. (oh, yeah, I was very mature)
In addition to finished items and hemmed up t-shirts, I've always found a lot of satisfaction in sewing. Making that loud, cranky machine behave enough to mold soft fabrics into done things. Coaxing that fucking bobbin thread into doing what it should do the way it should do it. It's a battle and the victory is always so satisfying.
I don't have a lot of things that want to be sewn and getting everything out and set up and then putting it all back is kind of a pain but once in a while, it's just a nice victorious thing to do.
Would that filing all these fucking papers lying around my desk was as satisfying a task.
I did vacuum up the errant dust bunny carnage, though. And I have laundry laundrying. I think I'm going to clean up the kitchen and tidy up the bedroom and then sit my ass down and rest.
Not me...yet
Date: 2007-04-21 09:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-22 11:07 am (UTC)