I Get Sew Emotional

Y’all, I hate my wardrobe. Like, I want to throw almost everything I didn’t make myself into the bin and/or donation pile. I only want to wear clothes I sewed with my own two hands and various curse words. Is this an eventuality for all new sewists? Or am I being a precious asshole?

When I got the idea to sew my vacation wardrobe, I thought I was so clever and then I learned that basically a bazillion sewers before me came up with the same idea. Like, obviously I don’t think I was the first person to think of this, but it didn’t occur to me that it was a thing people just did. (You know what I mean.)

I just want to make a hundred garments and then I want to wear them. I just want to sew all the time.

As I type this, on September 11, things are wild as fuck and I’m avoiding the news and most of the internet at all costs because it doesn’t do me any good and if I want to be able to get out of bed in the mornings, sometimes I just have to put myself in a bubble for a few days and pretend we don’t live in the worst timeline. As such, I am doing lots of dopamine sewing and making some cute little fall/Halloween-themed decorations and the satisfaction is TREMENDOUS. I’m working on some crazy-quilted pumpkin coasters and then I’m going to do some Halloween bunting for my condo and office. I feel all my little neurotransmitters perking up just thinking about it.

Take care of yourself. It’s crazy out there.