I keep looking at my stitching. It languishes forlornly on my sewing table just waiting to be loved by me. I pass that sewing table often as it sits in the middle of the kitchen/meals/family area of our home. Even on the evenings when I set aside studying for relaxing (yes, it does happen) I just can't make myself pick it up. I truly need to sit idly and value just 'being', rather than always 'doing'.
My semester is drawing to a close, with just three weeks to go. Then I have one exam to prepare for and Professional Experience after that. Maybe then I'll feel like I can stitch a little in those hours and hours I might have otherwise been working on all things academic.
Stitching had become such a constant part of my life, as I spent time in a sewing circle each week and then each fortnight. It is relaxing to me and brings a great deal of joy and contentment as I do this 'slow work'.
I've also come to the final realisation that I'm not going to get to hand-quilt that beautiful quilt I made two years ago. One day soon when I can justify the expense in our budget I will get it custom-quilted. One of the office staff at school has someone she has used, and who does exquisite work. And that's what I want. Exquisite. I don't want quilting that ignores the piecing and applique.