Some people clean, some people run. Some people hit things or yell and scream.
I prefer the studio.
I haven't been in here for a long, long time. Distracted and busy, I've been ignoring my sewing machines and working mostly with sticks and wool. I walked in tonight, after a long, long day and switched on the lights and got to work.
Whenever I'm in my head about something I need to be in here. I need the music loud and the lights bright and pins and scissors and the steam of the iron. Fresh fabric and clean lines, precise marks and straight stitches. I need to sew to let the fret and worry come out in my hands. And I usually come out making something I like. I feel accomplished. Satisfied. Worth it.
There are times when you best do nothing. Which I don't do well. Best get it out on the table in some form.
