Okay, WordPress is back in action, and so I’m writing this late on Monday, after a long day at the sewing machine. I’m currently working on a freelance project for a local store, making 27 silk tunics, of their design.
Last week I made them 19 leather clutches, plus 26 throw pillows for another client. In fact, when I was looking through my photos from the last couple of weeks I noticed a theme. Stacks!:
In the 3 weeks prior to that I made 25 samples, some for my wholesale Spring 2012 line, some for my Fall 2011 collection on Etsy.
I love how different the 2 collections look in color and tone, without losing the common style thread.
Just before my model arrived for this shoot, I noticed a visitor had made its way into our sun room. I took a couple quick snaps of it:
What with getting the model dressed & accessorized, and then focusing on the task at hand, I forgot about him. When I was reviewing the shoot the next morning, I noticed that he has quietly made his way across our set, literally right underfoot at times.
Installment 2, written late on Tuesday night:
But I digress.
Setting down on (virtual) paper this list of concrete accomplishments allows me for a moment to have a fresh perspective, my habitual one being that of what I have NOT been able to do, what remains to be done or what I have had to let go of completely (like the laundry, organizing my desk, training with Stella).
Either I have what they like to call a “time management problem” on Project Runway, or there really truly are too many things to in the few short hours of each day.
I was on the phone with my dad last weekend, phone tucked between my ear and my shoulder, cutting out leather clutches and then moving right on to cutting up vegetables for dinner. He fretted about my neck, and then he gently asked “so what is the arrangement about working on the weekend?” As in how does K feel about all this?
I said something like “well, as long as there are 1 or 2 weekends a month I don’t work, K’s pretty tolerant”. Which is true, but it’s also true that it’s something we struggle with at times.
And after reading my sister’s post last week, it also makes me reflect that we are each striving to balance the things on our respective plates, despite how different the “meals” on those plates are, and I find some comfort in that. That we have this place to share that with each other.
Plus there’s the caterpillar, and he (along with all the other little magic moments and small accomplishments) helps.