This is it, folks.
I think I'm addicted to sewing.
I just finished a project of FIVE bridesmaid dresses - each containing close to 30 pieces. They took me several months to complete. I thought I would be dying to stop sewing for awhile, after they were done.
Two days after I passed the last one on to the waiting bridesmaid, the urge to sew was overwhelming.
But I held off. "You're crazy," I told myself.
Self didn't listen.
I gave the last bridesmaid dress away on the 13th. Ten days ago.
For the last three nights, I've stayed up until or near midnight, out at our kitchen table - machine clattering softly, scissors snipping. The first night, the urge to make a new skirt hit me at 8:30 pm. I've never started a sewing project at 9:00 at night....but there's a first for everything!
I liked the experience so much, I've repeated it twice now.
Actually...correction: I didn't really care for the experience. I'm dead tired from 10:15 onward. My eyes get dry and my neck hurts. The next morning, I sleep in too late, (I like to be an early riser), and my whole morning is thrown off.
Yet still I continue. Driven by some unseen force - some wild, crazy urge to sew.
And sew I do.