Sew Much

I think that sewing is becoming a form of therapy for me lately. 

I've started obsessively sewing projects for my friends and family because I miss them 

all so much. If I don't have a project going I feel weird and out of sorts. 

 It sounds silly but I was thinking about it tonight as I made another dress

 for my niece, Elle. 

My "love language" has

always been acts of service.

I think I get this from my mom, its hers as well. 

So tonight as I was pinning, basting and hemming I threw myself

a little therapy session. And here are a few

random thoughts that I came up with.

I love my family. I love my family very much, and I miss them.

Because I miss them, I sew for them. 

The projects that I make aren't designer, and aren't amazing by any means. 

I probably get more out of making them for my family

than they do by using them.

The hum of the sewing machine going fast reminds me of my mom.

My mom hasn't sewn for years, but she did quite a bit when I was little. 

Now that sound it permanently linked to memories

of her sitting at the kitchen table making me a new easter dress, 

or fixing one of my dance costumes. 

Here is what I came up with tonight...

Nothing special, I bought the fabric on sale and didn't have any plans for it.

But the few dollars of fabric and hour of sewing sure saved 

me a lot compared to a psychiatrist.