You see I am thinking about this transitional stage of my life and looking back I realize that the times in my life when I have felt most together and content have been the times I have done a lot of regular sewing.
It's not just about the clothes, there is something else going on. I speculate that if you have the creative need and it doesn't have an outlet it sort of backs up in you and gets a little toxic. I wonder if doing something for yourself when life seems so much about doing things other people want you to do is somehow centering. I consider the possibility that with our busy lives when it is hard to feel much of a mastery at anything, if turning to an activity where you really can see your skill produce something beautiful is just necessary.
Or maybe it's all about something that I don't really understand.
What I do understand is that it does me good and some times call for the deliberate seeking out of the things that do you good.
I know a yoga teacher who does her positions and stands on her head like a religion every day and it's called doing her practice.
Well sewing is my practice. And that's just about all I can say about it.