Remember when you were a kid and you had a snow day? Remember how you felt?! That's how I felt on Tuesday of this past week, as I watched the big, wet flakes come down like crazy. Ahhh….vacation. I was planning to spend my snow day sewing but instead, I spent it organizing files and making big pots of soup, which I have been eating all week. Pea soup, bean soup, chicken soup. Comfort food. Tomorrow, lentil soup. I can't get enough of soup.
Don't ask me where the last two weeks have gone since Thanksgiving, because I can't tell you. Twice I was at my mother's apartment supervising moving men while my kids took what she had promised to them. There is still more to do there.
Last week I spent multiple days cleaning out the closet I have not been ready to deal with until now. Even after 2-½ years it was difficult -- but I donated 7 bags of clothes and shoes, and there are still many beautiful, expensive suits and sport jackets on hangers (wooden ones - remember those?) that I am going to take to Goodwill so they stay local. They don't pick up clothing:-(. I haven't been able to part with some of the sweaters; they are huge on me, but I take comfort in wearing them. I am glad this is mostly behind me.
For the last at least six months I have been too busy, too exhausted, or just plain not in the mood to do anything creative. But last night, I finally sat down to sew some therapy strips. And for the first time in eons I worked till midnight.
What do I have to show for it? Uh - not a whole lot. Where is it going? Who knows and who cares? I am sewing.