Hiatus

Tonight I spent a majority of it playing yahtzee, drinking beer and asking my very long time bestie Ryan get to know you questions, such as what is your favorite color, what is your favorite movies, etc. Ryan and I have been friends for so long it's like we never had a chance to go over that stuff so it was fun..and funny, like how you know people so well but not really.

I've officially taken a week and a half hiatus from sewing or making anything. It's been wonderful and I've actually had a life :) So while I went to shows, to dinners, played games and stayed up late on many school nights its time to go back to same old boring of work and sewing at nights like I've been doing. Hopefully someday I will be able to achieve some balance.

Lately Ive been a freak about cleaning our apartment. I think it's because we have two cats and a bunny that all trample around loosing their fur in a last ditch effort to gross and annoy us. I guess cleaning out of all the uncontrollable things in my life lately has felt like the one thing I can get a handle on. So the other week before I left on vacation I had spent almost half a day organizing and cleaning so that it would be nice and clean when we got home from our visit. The very last thing I decided to do was to put one of my paintings behind my bookshelf and as I was moving it the bookshelf broke into half sending a ton of books and comics all over my floor. I was so upset. So after cleaning up that mess I still had the mess of all my books scattered all over my sewing room, engulfing it until I would get home. Sometimes while I was in Savannah GA where we stayed I would think about those books sunbathing and stretching out their bindings and starting to grow roots onto their new roomy surface instead of being squished between mismatched categories. I continually felt like a part of my life that I kept to under control was a loose cannon. Silly right? I know, and eventually after reminding myself how stupid it was to fret over books temporally laying around on your sewing room floor I then let myself get over it. I guess it was a good lesson for me to learn that I can't control things because it's life. Life is life, it does that kind of stuff and I should just roll with it and not worry. I'm trying to get better at not being a worry wart.

I've successfully made a loaf of bread and scones in one day. I'm giving myself a big pat on the back. I've also learned a new song, one of my favorites called Gnossienne No. 1 but Erik Satie on the clarinet which is monumental in its own way I suppose.