I am never bored. I cannot remember a time in my life when I have been bored. Oh wait, I have been bored with people, tv, music, that kind of boredom but with my own self? Nope. This is recently being tested because my sewing machine DIED on me. I thought it only needed a good D and C. Nope. I was patient, cooed sweet nothings to her . . . nada . . . opened her up again and did another clean sweep and a teensy more oil . . . nada. Rather than scream a steady stream of profanities at her, (which would have felt so much better than it sounded), I carried her to the repair shop. That was 2 weeks ago. She is having issues with her timing. I understand that it is a common enough ailment. I would like to know HOW it happened so if it was me, I wouldn't do it again.
But boredom. Hmmm. Everything I do requires some modicum of sewing. I even sew my paper crafting stuff. I know, I am odd.
I finally pulled an old cutter quilt out of the cupboard and proceeded to make lavender filled sachets, little hearts to hang in a garland and or alone in the windows.
I also decided to piece some old shirts into another quilt.
simple squares set on point with hand stitching in my favored multi colored threads.
I have also made some paper hearts and cut out all sorts of stuff and even cleaned up my studio a bit.
I am not bored. I am lonesome. For my babylock. Wah.