Today my mom asked me what I’m sewing. I laughed and said, ‘I’m not, because my sewing room is depressing me”.
I beg of you. Please tell me that your sewing room, at times, resembles this nonsense.
Here’s underneath my cutting table. Please don’t tell me if I put something back after I use it then everything will be neat. Because, I don’t know that I have it in me. Hence, the vicious cycle.
I didn’t sew on Saturday because of this:
Yeah. No water pressure in my bedroom shower. I let it get worse and worse until I was unable to wash the conditioner out of my hair on Friday. The plumber was here most of the day fixing it. And, it required moving most of my clothes out of my closet (the left side has access to the faucets and pipes) to the guest room.
Sigh. This is sad. I haven’t used a roller, hot or otherwise in about eight years. Yet, I found both sitting at the bottom/ back of my closet. I really need to let this stuff go.
And, I didn’t sew on Sunday because I was in the office for about six hours interviewing students for our office summer fellowship. I need to write a post and solicit your opinions on how people should prep for an interview and what questions should and should not be asked. I was so mind numbingly bored by the end that I took myself out for burgers and mimosas when we were done.