Fessing up

It’s confession time: I have no sewing to report, or finished item images to share with you and I might not for a few more weekends.

So it’s time to fess up.

Our rental got put on the market at the end of January and nerdy hubby and I are being put through Open Home mayhem every Sunday with viewings “by appointment” mid-week as well. This means we have to be super tidy ALL. THE. TIME. (because I am NOT getting blamed for it not selling due to anything we’ve done) and we must be absent during the time when a potential buyer may come through.

This is frustrating to put it mildly (you can insert an alliteration appropriate swear word in front of that term if you want, I did, inside my head).

I told myself I wasn’t going to let it stress me out or interrupt my me-time, namely my sewing-time, but the truth is that it is impossible to be a creative person when you are also paranoid about strangers coming through your house.

So I have hidden packed a lot of things away and pretty much not touched my machines in the last three weeks.

It appears that, along with my expensive scissors and other small pocket-able items, I accidentally packed away my sewing mojo and I’m not sure which box it went into.

I did sit down at my machines on Saturday and managed to partially sew up the side seam of my vest but I made a hash of it and it is hanging all wrong. I am grumpily blaming the instructions which I shouldn’t have bothered to follow so I’ll be unpicking it and doing it my way when I next feel inspired.

Why are we sticking around? I hear you ask. Well, this is not the first time we’ve been in this situation but we have decided it will be the last and have begun the fun (and scary) task of looking for our first house home together. So right now it suits us since we can give notice as soon as we find a place of our own and (for now) not have to sign into another rental contract that we’ll have to see out.

So our Saturdays are now full of drive-by house hunting and on Sundays we troupe through other people’s houses while they troupe through ours.

It is physically and emotionally draining.

Sigh.

The fantasy of finally being able to do as I want with my very own dream sewing room in my very own home is all that is keeping me going right now…that and fabric shopping…and new magazines…and reading all your amazing blogs…and possibly finally getting a kitten or a puppy

I have new magazines to share with you later this week but for now, because I don’t like posts with no images in them let’s finish up with some pretty fabrics, my latest acquisitions from The Fabric Warehouse Pop-up Store.

Fabric makes me feel happy and if you haven’t been down there yet chop chop, they finish up on Wednesday…if there is anything left:

I can’t wait to make some amazing new pieces with these pretties in my dream sewing room sometime in the near future.

Please stick around, I promise I’ll be back to my old (sewing) self soon…

Stashaholics need not apply…

If you are in Wellington, this is for you…unless you made a New Years Resolution this year to reduce your stash and not buy any more fabrics…then I suggest you look away now.

I warned you OK?

I had to get down there for a lookie first before I posted this…but I don’t want you guys to accuse me of not loving you enough to share so I promise that I did leave some fabric behind.

Only one of these items was $5m (pure silk), the rest were just $3m!

Sweet.

Now: Go, buy, stash & sew!

Elbows out!

I’ve been bad…

I accidentally went fabric shopping yesterday:

 No…

…actually that is a shameless lie…

I went out at lunchtime yesterday specifically to check out Arthur Toye‘s 50% off everything (EVERYTHING!) fabric sale and spent a bit more than I intended to.

I would have spent even more if it weren’t for the fact that I only get 30 minutes for lunch.

But aren’t they so pretty?!

 Still, when they halve the total at the checkout you can’t complain right?