Sew like you mean it!

After years of desperately trying to find my *thing*  I have finally discovered it.  Or rather, it discovered me.  I have always wanted to use a sewing machine well, and after a few classes and lots of hours of practice, my time has come.  I have conquered my fears and officially become a little bit better than a novice sewer!  

I have surprised even myself with this one.  Somehow, something as rudimentary as wanting to make my own little do-dads to use around the house like napkins and such, has turned into my most coveted form of meditation.  Since entering my 3rd trimester of pregnancy I have not been able to sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time.  Thankfully, the sewing machine is set up in the basement, far away from the ears of others who spend their nights in dreamland.  I am able to sew until my eyes are heavy and my back too stiff to sit at the machine.  Amazingly, I made tote bags for all my *ladies* this past mother's day, all my newborn pre-fold diapers (still can't believe that one) and am working on making my own cloth menstrual pads for post partum and beyond.   I can get 6 a day done, so it will take me less than a week to have a good enough supply to get me through a couple of days - that way they can just be washed with the diapers.   

The sense of accomplishment that comes along with this is just staggering... I am so used to failing when it comes to anything crafty that this just blows me away.  I enjoy the peace that comes with the whir of the machine.  I have found a strange yet comforting place that has become the answer to my stress, my anxiety and my need to be a perfectionist.  The Sewing Zone.  I think we all have this place inside of us and some of us are just lucky enough to find it much earlier than others. 

 It only took me 35 years.