on the sewing table

My mind has been spinning lately with ideas, sewing ideas.  I dream of making things all the time, but yet I hardly ever have enough time to sit and sew.  Enough time would be about 12 hour stretches of not having to drive someone somewhere or cook something.  I would sit and only get up to eat things like a whole jar of pickled herring and a get a can of Dr Pepper (the real sugar kind in the vintage looking can-have you seen those?).  And as far as the jarred fish/soda diet don’t knock it if you haven’t (buuuuurrrrp) tried it.

Anyway my sewing surfaces (various portions of flat surfaces located somewhat near my machine) are full of my jumbled ideas in various stages of production.  Like most of my life.

A baby girl dress from an old pattern with many revisions, considering they were so modest back then why did they make little girl dresses so short?

Bib stitching, we have had a lot of squadron babies lately.  This justifies me looking through my box of Aunt Martha’s transfers for 4.5 days.

Sept is usually pajama making time for me.  I like to make 3-4 pairs for the three younger kids.  But I’m getting kind of jammied out.  I made these really big so maybe they will fit next year, too?

I tried a fleece sleeper recently. It looks cozy and warm but it will still be a while before Henry wears it—today was still in the upper 90’s.  I’m tired of warm weather.  If Mother Nature could only throw us a cool day once in a while to remind me the heat isn’t so bad.  But no such luck, darn you Mother Nature!

My sewing list has taken on the nervous energy of a running race.  My husband has been coming home with rumblings of our next move.  The thought of moving quickly drains my creative energy, instead I become the queen of all things we need to be rid of before the moving van is here. This includes months of me dumping closets and drawers out yelling things at my kids that have to do with we don’t need it, you didn’t even know we had it and when’s the last time you played with it type stuff.  But for now until the boss walks in with orders in hand I pretend like we will live here  a long time and look at my fabric with dreamy eyes…

 

Before I go I need to apologize to Mother Nature.  I heard some thunder and went out to see how far away the dark clouds were and look what she gave me:

Thank you very much!