Saturday, June 13, 2009

Thank you Robin and Gwen

Returning to my blog also gives me a chance to thank Robin and Gwen for a very much appreciated Attitude of Gratitude Award. This really means a lot to me, and in recognition of this award I would like to share some things that I am particularly grateful for:

1. My sewing friends, there is nothing more satisfying and comforting than being able to share things that really matter to you with people you don't have to explain anything to. With non-sewers there is just so much you would have to say before they had even the remotest idea what you are talking about. And even then they say the strangest things like "but wouldn't it be just easier to buy your clothes?"
2. The internet and the chance to meet and talk to other sewers through sewing groups, like SG, and blogs, and now even podcasts too. Let's face it there isn't a sewing machine in every bedroom closet any more and you have to think global to make contact with sewing buds. Sewing is so often a solitary activity but as women are social people, the internet let's us do both.
3. Sewing itself. I am never bored, I am never uninspired, I always have something to look forward to, I always can do something useful, something for someone. I have a way to express myself and my feelings for other people.

How good is that?

Thank you.

I'm back

About three weeks ago a few things happened to take me out of sewing for a while, and normal life too really. First of which a big project at work got suddenly rescheduled from a due date of August 15th to July 17th. Who does this to people in the middle of the summer?

Secondly my old boss called on me to come in and help him with the media on his political campaign. I have done this for him before and I like reporters, generally they are pretty funny and really interesting people. As an aside all this stuff about media distortion of the facts is often someone who is annoyed because the media has not just reprinted or rebroadcast a pre-packaged message. I actually believe that the media is what keeps the whole process honest, and consider what democracy would look like without them. OK enough of the serious stuff.

The problem with volunteer work like this is that it turns into full time really fast and involves things like 7:00 a.m. meetings and late night calls.

The outcome was in the end that former boss got a landslide victory and although I am not a true believer type, and did this extra work mainly because I know he really is a decent guy and needed some help, I think it is going to be a good thing for the administration of the province. More than anything I know former boss's greatest strength is his common sense and I would observe that is a rare thing in pubic life, in life in general I guess, and something that is worth more than all other attributes in my opinion.

Anyway that's done and there is just the fast-forwarded project to deal with.

This has cut seriously into my essential sewing being-who-I-really-am time and I am just thankful that I got a chance to get the Wardrobe in a Week contest done at SG before all the nonsense started. I had hoped to do the June Capsule contest, I really really wanted to do that, and had great plans but my daughter is expecting the first grandchild the end of September and has asked me to make her some clothes as she is tall, 5'10", and all the maternity stuff is getting too short. So what am I responsible mother, to do, say sorry kiddo I am involved in sewing competitions and can't help you out? 

Don't think so, so today it is down to the new sewing room my dear husband has helped me set up in the basement to make her some knit culottes. Followed I hope by some tops, maybe this is going to be my June capsule, who knows.

I just know that I don't feel normal when I can't sew and after all the intensity of the last month or so, need to pull all the pieces of myself that have been spread out in too many different places with all this work back in to myself and get resettled.

A few small extra things to post then it's walking Mr. R and down to the basement to forget my pressures and the stresses.