It’s funny how I keep thinking I have so many things I want to do, but yet when it comes down to the time to do it, I sit and stare and think and…sit and stare and think, repeat. In the end, nothing gets done, and then I feel guilty at having let precious time pass by without having gotten anything done. I like to tell myself it’s because I have so many ideas that I can’t focus, when really, I think I’m just lazy. If I could just get myself to do more doing, instead of thinking about doing… “I sit and stare at all this fabric and still can’t get motivated to sew something…”
I always have great intentions. I’m not usually a procrastinator, but man – sometimes there just isnt enough time in the day to get things done. Anyhow, I had a craft fair coming up. Just a small one, and I wasnt too worried about inventory. But I like to get things together, make a few new things if possible. But every time I sat at my machine to sew, something had to be done. So I’d get back up and some nights, never return.
It was the last weekend before the fair, and my last chance to really sew anything new to add to my stock. So I sat at the machine and got to it.
Needless to say, within 10 minutes, my 4 year old daughter was sitting next to me.
“Mommy can I help you?”
“Sorry honey, not right now, mommy has work to do”
“Are you going to sew something mommy?”
“Yes baby, mommy is going to sew”
She then climbs off the chair and disappears, I think that maybe she has gone to keep herself occupied. As I turn back to my machine, she comes back with her favorite doll, Chloe, who is now naked.
“Mommy, Chloe needs clothes because she’s naked”
“Honey, what happened to her clothes?
“I don’t know, but she’s cold”
So, after 15 minutes of asking my daughter if I could make Chloe something another day – wait, who’s the Mommy here? – I decided it would just be easier if I made Chloe some clothes. After all, we couldn’t have her hanging around naked now could we?
Soo, I traced Chloe’s body and commenced to make her a dress (which I forgot to take a picture of) and a shorts and shirt, as requested by my toddler. It took me a lot longer that I had hoped. My daughter, the budding fashionista didnt like the scraps I was choosing to use to make her outfits, so eventually I had to pull the Mommy card and just tell her, too bad.
Needless to say, Chloe got her new dress (not pictured) and a new jersey knit top and some spongebob capri pants/shorts. And by the end of all that, Mommy needed a break.
At least my daughter was happy, even though 5 minutes after all that work was done, she had moved on to another toy to play with. And Chloe, with her new outfit, was all dressed up with nowhere to go.