DON'T HATE ME BECAUSE.....

Well, honestly, I found Crimplene lurking in my basement last night. Is that the way it was spelled. It has been so long since I have seen anything that ugly and the memories came flooding back of how we all thought it was the best modern invention since the steam engine. No more ironing. THAT WAS PART OF THOSE FABULOUS FIFTIES(er sixties). It was literally goof proof as far as sewing and it was almost indestructible. In fact that is one of the reasons that the landfill does not recede. It just will not compost itself unless the heat is high enough to melt it into a cow pie. And who is to blame for this atrocity in my home, well, you should have guessed, I always blame my mother. She moved in with my husband and myself in May and along with her came hundreds of yards, bits and pieces, scraps of lace, zippers, on and on.
And how does Zen apply? That is what I would like to know. Any help?
P.S. Even my little Italian mother-in-law had a crimplene dress, a brown one for the house, black for parties. She died last year at 96. The dresses outlived her.

CLEARING

When I become blocked, my energy is in a small bubble. Most of my blocks are the end results of fear. This limits creativity. Once I realize that fear of failure is limiting my production I need to burst that little bubble. But how? As I reported yesterday I have kept all of the goof-ups like little trophies in my sewing room. The sewing room should be my sanctum sanctorum. Ergo, as encouraged my Hungry Zombie, out they all go and I swear to never think of them again. Ah I feel a surge already. I accept and admit to myself that I am not perfect. I am letting go physically and emotionally. Yahoo. Er, I mean.. Ooohhhmmmm....Fade to Zen.

EVERYTHING BUT.

Zen, that is. Have sewn off and on for forty years. I was great in my 30's but now in the sixth decade, creativity has drained from me and my source of inspiration and motivation are the sewing blogs. I especially love the Swap's at Timmel Fabrics and have voted. I am new to the world of computers and for the first year was afraid that one mistake would drain every bit of programming and information. Getting more inclined to using same. Now need a big push to sew in my very own sewing room in my basement. Loaded with yards and yards of fabric, patterns and wool for knitting. Going to the Creative Festival in Toronto next week. Pray to God that I do not make a complete fool of myself.