One night I dreamt of being at a craft show, the building was like the inside of the castle of Harry Potter - lots of stairs and landings, which moved. Every landing had a vendor of different crafts. When I got to the top I came across a lonely ol' sewing machine. It was mental and very simple. I woke from the dream with a very clear answer.
I was going to learn to sew!
I signed up for a sewing class in a town close to us and re-planned our Thursdays.
There were four classes. First class - I made a bag! The other ladies laughed so hard when I completed it, since I was jumping around like a little kid and smiling so proudly!
There were four classes. First class - I made a bag! The other ladies laughed so hard when I completed it, since I was jumping around like a little kid and smiling so proudly!
I realized at that moment that I hadn't been proud of myself in a very long time. The last time I was proud of myself was when I gave birth to my little baby, after many hours of back labor and completely natural. Before the birth, I don't remember the last time I was proud of myself.... It was an amazing feeling!
After making the bag, I taught myself how to read and use patterns for clothes. I made pj pants for me and my family for Christmas. I made a flowy cardigan with fabric I bought for $10! And it was stripes!
I found my hobby to keep me busy. Something I love to do. I have pride in my work. Plus the action of sewing helps me to stop think about everything else.
And gives me a break to allow my mind to heal.
I found my hobby to keep me busy. Something I love to do. I have pride in my work. Plus the action of sewing helps me to stop think about everything else.
And gives me a break to allow my mind to heal.