You know that feeling of deep contentment when you sit down over a cup of coffee (or tea in my case) to catch up with an old friend? Or that refreshing when you finally sit down on the couch with a cold popsicle or ice cream after a long day of cleaning the house? Or that feeling of thankfulness when you’ve been away from home for a while and you come back and get to sleep in your own bed and use your own shower?
That was me last night, minus the old friend, the ice cream and the vacation. I finally sat down and spent a little time with my sewing machine. Not much, mind you, as I am still insanely tired, but enough to make me remember why I love to sew. I love to create something that someone can look at and see beauty as well as purpose. Last night it was a simple project. Just a few burp cloths for a friend who has a beautiful 1-month old baby girl. But it was enough to remember that feeling when my hands have created something that another person will be able to treasure.
I hope that doesn’t come across as arogant. I don’t feel it that way at all. It is less a sense of pride than it is a sense of accomplishment and joy at being able to give another person a gift that is meaningful.
And of course I have been wanting to start stocking up for my own little baby that has brought on all of this fatigue and lack of sewing, so it was nice to have a reason to get back upstairs, dust off the supplies, and get to work! Now I remember that I certainly can do it, even if only a little at a time.