Here’s another quick and easy project using leftover flannel scraps. It’s amazing how much one can get from scraps that seem too small to make into anything else. I make my facial cloths about 7-8 inches square – whatever I can squeeze out of the available piece of fabric. A quick go around the overlock machine and I end up with the best cloths for washing my face. The softer side is nice for removing makeup, and the rougher side is gently exfoliating. I place them one at a time in a nice thrifted jar, so they can be pulled out like tissues, and keep it alongside my jar of reusable makeup rounds. Happy skin, happy planet.

Reusable Makeup Rounds
Things I Sew

Here is my latest make, using a drapey piece of knit that I found at Saver’s Thrift Store (1-1/4 yards by 60 inches wide):

This project was not on my #MakeNinePlus, nor did I stick to my current stash like I originally intended, but I’m not going to say no to a great piece of thirfted fabric. When I saw this top pattern from Mccall’s, I knew this would be a perfect match:

This is a quick and easy make, that required no alterations or grading for my frame. These are the perfect projects to do on the heels of frustrating, tear-inducing projects. Put a pin in that for another day.

I basically made View D, but used the shorter sleeve from View A:

I am thrilled with the result! Even though it’s a longer top, the front design gives a great proportion with my many pairs of high-waisted pants. I can easily see myself making more variations of this pattern. Next, I’d like to do View A in a slightly heavier knit; maybe in a red print.

The pattern was $1.99 and the fabric was $2.99. Total cost of top? $4.98 plus tax. No complaints from me.

Things I Sew

“These people have lived hundreds – maybe thousands – of lifetimes and are born with heightened levels of traits such as resourcefulness, self-direction, optimism and loyalty… They can sense the deep, often unseen, pain of people near them because the energy of that pain shifts their very being… Empaths take on whatever energy is around them, whether good or bad. And they can’t not feel it.” — Chapter 1 

The past two years I have been exploring more and more about what it means to be an empath. I have read The Empath’s Survival Guide by Judith Orloff, and I’m midway through Awakened Empath by Luna & Sol. Over the holidays, I practically devoured Dr. Northrup’s Dodging Energy Vampires and it was life-altering for me. Have you ever read a book where you found yourself highlighting more sections than you left blank? This book felt autobiographical. I was reading my life story, and understanding many of my experiences in a way that made perfect sense.

Dodging Energy Vampires goes beyond understanding the traits that make the old-soul empath who they are. Dr. Northrup explores, in-depth, the types of toxic relationships and interactions an empath is prone to attract – or be attracted to – time after time. “Old-soul empaths with super traits are especially attractive to vampires because of their high level of self-confidence and energy, and because of their belief in the goodness of all people (Chapter 1).” Empaths have a natural desire to help, encourage, heal and tend to the wounds of others, because they experience the emotional pain of those around them as if it was their very own. Coupled with a continued experience of being different, not fitting in, and experiencing shame as a result, boundaries are not as strong as they need to be, and an empath is easy prey for the energy vampire. The empath believes in the inherent goodness of others, and radiates a level of compassion and understanding that can draw an energy vampire like a fly to fly paper. “The empath, then is a special target for the energy vampire because the wounds in their lives go so deep, which means that they are easier to manipulate (Chapter 3).”

So, what constitutes an energy vampire? “How many of your friends or, worse yet, family members, call you only when they want something or have a problem? Notice how these same people never call you just to check in on how you’re doing. It’s a one-way street, with all the energy and attention going to them, not you (Chapter 3).” It’s the classic narcissistic behavior; the master manipulator who gives little in return and leaves you emotionally and physically exhausted. The empath is a giver by nature, and with the natural desire to help, share wisdom, and give compassion, the empath is sucked dry. Dr. Northrup advises us to pay close attention to the people in our lives who call and talk on and on about themselves without asking us about ourselves or doing much listening in return. We have to take a look at the relationships where we give endless support and advice that is never utilized, even to the point where the other person finds ways to lay the blame on us for their never-ending roller coaster of issues. “What every vampire has in common is covert aggression and manipulation for personal gain. They are fighting for the upper hand. Period. End of story (Chapter 5).” 

So, what do we do? We learn to identify these key players in our lives and to recognize them in the first place. We have to operate by the assumption that these people will never change and start to put ourselves first, something that is not easy for the empath. This is the only way to disconnect from these folks, which we must do to re-engage with our own energy, gifts and talents, and to reconnect with our power. She cautions us not to ever need the attention or the affection of anyone whose presence does not support us in our healing, because this puts us at risk. “You should not spend your entire life helping others at your own expense. (Chapter 6)” We have to set healthy boundaries and stick to them. Most importantly, we have to heal our own trauma, which involves moving in and through any and all negative emotions. Empaths are most comfortable with ‘love and light’ activities, often being too quick to forgive, but repressing uncomfortable emotions, like anger, delays healing and keeps these things trapped inside, keeping us vulnerable to drawing the empath-vampire dynamic into our lives. Self-acceptance, both the light and the dark side, will bring the freedom we need as empaths to allow our light and inherent gifts to shine brightly in the world and be of service to others in an empowered, positive and mutually healing way.

“It’s not your job to suffer and take crap from vampires – of any sort. You are here to transform darkness into light, so the next time someone pulls at your heart strings – but never, ever does anything for themselves other than feed off your goodwill – tell them to go away. (Chapter 11).”

Things I Read

I’ve moved a lot over the years, and both my partner and I have had disasters happen that involved losing most of our possessions – several times. It feels better to have less, and I never miss stuff once it’s gone. Okay, a couple of things over the years, but they weren’t going on the glory train with me someday, so why cry about it, right? By the time my fella and I moved in together, everything I owned could fit in the back of a pickup truck, and he basically lived like a monk. It was glorious.

Since then, we’ve settled into a comfortable life of relative simplicity. But we are not minimalists. The reality is that in order to live the sort of DIY lifestyle that enables me to avoid excess consumption, I must have stuff. And space. We talk about doing tiny house living – I’ve done it – but I’d have to have a separate little studio for my creative pursuits. In order to live frugally and self-sufficiently, we need supplies, like the following.

Sewing supplies:
I have two machines and all the different types of thread, needles, and assorted accessories that accompany them. Are they both necessary? Yep. Until about five years ago, I was one of those people who did absolutely everything with just a straight stitch and zig zag. If I had to get by, I would, but having my overlock/ coverstitch combo opens up a massive amount of sewing opportunities for me. I no longer have the time or energy for all the fancy finishes that I used to do because I only had a few stitches available. I love fancy finishes, but I need to get the most bang for my buck in terms of time and energy. Also, a big sturdy table and proper set-up is necessary for me. Gone are the days of taking down and setting up every friggin’ time I sew, and trying to use flimsy little tables that are unsuitable to achieving a professional outcome. Wobbly tables = wobbly topstitching. I’ve also learned that buying things like zippers and notions in bulk online saves a ton of money, and having a stash of scraps enables me to make things for my household instead of buying them, like my reusable makeup rounds, or this cute zero waste cover for my kombucha jar:

Mason jars and Stock pots:
Crock pots, strainers, containers; oh, my. In order to make my own sourdough bread, bone broth, kombucha, kefir, and apple cider vinegar, I need a nice supply of equipment or varied sizes and shapes. This goes for all my culinary endeavors. We make big batches of stuff each week. It’s affordable, healthy, delicious, and keeps us from having to eat on the go. One 16 oz. jar of bone broth is so so expensive. I save my used bones and make a large stock-pot full for almost nothing. Ditto the variety of tea and coffee supplies that keeps our money in our account; I need my money more than Starbucks does. These things all take up space, but we save money and live a healthy life with control over the ingredients in our food. If we lived minimally, I would have to buy all of this and we simply could not afford that.

Supplies for Other Things I Create:
If I’m going to grow my own food, make my own soap and beauty products, create my own art, bead my own jewelry, knit my own sweaters… you see where this is going. I keep my stashes streamlined, and regularly use Ebay, Austin Creative ReUse, etc. to keep it all in check, but I find it empowering to do all of this myself. I have a bin of soap making supplies, and a shelf for all my herbal product making things. They’ve been going strong for years, but they take up space. There are also books involved, and I prefer these types of reference materials to be hard copies.

Speaking of Books:
I used to be one of those people who looked down my nose at electronic books in favor of the experience of a real book. Then I was hauling heavy boxes of books into the moving truck before our last move, and my achy middle-aged Lymie joints rebuked me. So I ask myself: What’s more important? A paperback copy of every random book I want to read or a few important ones, like a pretty copy of Pride and Prejudice? Even if it’s used, it takes up space in my life and will still go to the landfill someday. Is it environmentally responsible to print so many copies of the latest celebrity tell-all that used bookstores will never even want them? And most cookbooks are available at my library, providing me with 3-6 weeks to pick out the recipes I will actually use. Even so, I have vintage and antique books that are not readily available, like classics from my fashion design and naturopathic medicine days, and style books from the 30s and 40s. There will always be real books on my shelves. I’m just picky about what they are. So, while I readily use electronic resources for many things, there will be a need for some shelf space in my life.

The list could go on. But the fact of the matter is, I have to be creative. I must have choices. I’m glad to know that if I needed to live that tiny, I could happily do it, but I prefer to be the female, suburban equivalent of a redneck with a yard full of rusted car parts. If you need a new engine for your lawn mower, that guy will always have you covered. Minimalism, as our culture currently seems to define it, requires more consumption than I’m comfortable with or can actually afford. In my mind, it actually accomplishes the opposite of what it appears to on the surface. I have no answers. I’m always exploring different aspects of simple living and the various ways that people go about achieving it. This is what works for us at the moment – living as minimally as we can, and keeping our square footage as small as reasonably possible, while still allowing for some self-sufficiency and good old-fashioned DIY living. Gotta go; my pot of tea is ready.

Source for Kombucha Cultures and More
Thoughts From My Creative Journey

I strive to make as little impact on the environment as possible in my daily life. While our home is not zero waste, we do what we can to keep negative contributions to a minimum. One way I do this is by finding ways to NOT buy stuff, and eliminating products from my life, especially anything disposable. Two items I never buy are cotton balls and makeup rounds. For me, these items are interchangeable, and I can’t justify the waste. Not only are the rounds disposable, but the plastic bag they come in may even be worse. Just a hunch.

This is why I started making my own. Technically, this is not a zero waste product, since they do have to be replaced periodically and you will have small scraps when you’re done. However, if you look at it from the best case scenario, assuming you use one disposable cosmetic round daily, that’s 365 per year in the trash. I use 2-3 per day, so now we’re headed into the thousands. Yikes. I make mine 60 at a time, and my last batch lasted 4 years. You can certainly purchase a set of reusable eco rounds online, but they are pretty expensive. Since I use several each day, and I’m not interested in doing more laundry, there it is.

I make my rounds out of cotton flannel. I have a nice stash of flannel scraps left over from past pajama-making endeavors that are too small for much else. This is a great way to keep even more fabric out of our landfills. Have any old cotton flannel shirts, sheets or jammies that have seen better days? This is a great way to give them a new sense of purpose.

For a pattern, I use the lid ring from a small size mason jar. Anything that is round and the right size will work. What’s the right size? Whatever seems right to you. I trace the circles onto the flannel, and then do the same thing on some natural cotton batting. I have a stash of batting, and at the time I bought it this was the most natural option available. I will say this – learn from my mistake. Avoid the natural batting that has little twiggy bits in it. You don’t want bits of wood pulp scraping across your eyelid.

I put one flannel circle with one batting circle and overlock the edge. If you don’t have an overlock machine, no problem. I nice tight zig zag stitch will work just fine. The finished rounds fit beautifully into a wide-mouthed mason jar:

To wash them, I place mine in a mesh laundry bag and wash them on hot along with my load of towels. Once in a while I give them a good hand scrubbing with bar soap, which does prolong their life span. In all honesty, they will never look this pretty again after you wash them, but they will be clean and usable. This is what they’ll look like:

These make a nice gift for your eco-nerdy friends. I don’t have any eco-nerdy friends. I’m the weirdo in this scenario, and that’s fine with me. I’m happy with my hippy ways.

Reusable Facial Cloths
Things I Sew

Three years ago, my brother re-uprooted his life to move his family from Austin back to Los Angeles, where we grew up. It was a sad time. I remember the afternoon he and his son came over to see me one last time before leaving, and the way I felt as they pulled away from my home for the last time. But, a Ma Ingalls used to say, “No great loss without some small gain.” As he and his family attempted to liquidate their possessions, I received a nice-sized box of unused fabric. About half of it was not useful to me – I’m not planning on reupholstering lawn furniture any time soon – yet what remained was laden with possibility. That’s the fun of thrifted and gifted fabric; you probably wouldn’t have picked it out yourself, but this makes it all the more fun and challenging to create something you love. I was going through a skirt phase that summer, so I went with the out-of-print Simplicity 5503. It’s an old standby that had already served me well several times. I bought it in 2004, when Joann’s sale patterns used to be $0.99. Remember those glorious days? It took some serious pattern tetris, but I am happy with the results and honestly love this skirt.

Fast forward a couple of years… As a result of my awesome tetris skills, there were several chunks of fabric left over that were significant enough in size that I held onto them in my stash. And in one inspired moment a few months back, as I dumped all my denim scraps into a heap on the living room floor to assess the possibilities, I saw it; two different types of lightweight black stretch denim and these tie dye beauties as a Style Arc Stacie jean jacket.

This is not a true jean jacket. The pockets aren’t real pockets, and the sleeves don’t have cuffs or plackets, but that actually made it perfect for this project. It can serve as a jacket-top hybrid, which is great for layering in cooler weather. I prefer to roll up my sleeves, anyway.

In determining the pattern layout, I was very careful with how I utilized the tie dye pieces so the final piece looked balanced and purposeful. I love waste-free fashion, but honestly… No matter how consciously created a piece of clothing is, if it doesn’t get worn, it’s wasteful. What’s the difference between these scraps sitting in a landfill, versus hanging in my closet in the form of an unwanted garment? Here is the result:

Waste not, want not. My grandmother would have been so proud.

Things I Sew

Here’s number three from my #MakeNine -and-then-some. From now on, let’s just call it #MakeNinePlus. When I first put up my Make Nine, I hadn’t picked a pattern for this fabric because I hadn’t come across the right one. This is a sheer, drapey sweater knit that I purchased last year from Threadbare Fabrics. It was the last piece on the bolt, so I added it to my cart to get to free shipping. A few weeks ago, I came across McCall’s 7869 and it was meant to be.

I made view A, minus the sleeve flounce. I don’t like a lot of volume on the lower portion of my arm:

I did my usual grading between sizes small and medium. I’m small in torso and sleeve width, and medium in shoulder girth and length. I’ve been grading top patterns this way for so long, it’s basically a no-brainer. I will say this – if you’re deciding between two sizes on this pattern, go with the smaller size. This top is much roomier than it looks.

I almost love this top. Except that my machine chewed up the bottom edge of the ruffle on back and I’m pretty bummed about it. There is nothing to learn from this and there are no takeaways for next time. Sometimes all the skill and effort in the world can’t make up for difficult fabrics and cranky machinery:

I’m hoping the drapiness of the fabric will hide it well enough. I heard once that in the Amish community they always put one flaw in their crafts to maintain humility. I guess I’ll chalk it up to spiritual growth. Other than that, I’m happy with it and I think it’s the perfect style for the fabric. Depending on how I style it, it will wear well from early spring all the way into fall. Total cost? $9.75 for fabric, and $2.15 for pattern.

Moving on…

Things I Sew

Welcome to my blog! I am an artist and Creative who is retired as the result of my ongoing dance with Chronic Lyme Disease. Prior to that, my career path was in the field of naturopathic medicine and clinical nutrition. As a wee little girl, I had wanted nothing more than to be a fashion designer when I grew up. Or poet. Or singer on a cruise ship, lounging on a piano in a red sequined gown. Or married to Kermit the Frog and raising little frog-human babies peacefully in the suburbs. Or a writer living alone in a one-roomed mountain cabin with an Alaskan Husky and a few pairs of vintage 501s. Although, when my high school counselor asked me during my junior year what career path interested me, I replied, “Motivational speaker.” She wasn’t impressed.

Life, however, had other plans. Right out of high school, I studied fashion design at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising in Los Angeles, at my parents’ insistence that I pick a direction, ANY direction. However, a series of dramatic circumstances led me to living in a small town in Oregon by the age of 21. Since the internet didn’t exist in those days, a career in fashion was out of the question in a small town, so I found myself signing up for classes at a local community college, uncertain of what to do next.

I had to face the fact that I was thrilled deep down to finally be away from Los Angeles for anything more than a random visit. I was a quiet soul who found the idea of living in New York or some huge city overwhelming. I also found myself very disenchanted with an industry that was clearly so exploitative and wasteful. I felt suffocated by the idea of having a closet of full of unworn clothing that was ‘so last season’ and a pantry full of pre-packaged food, the vast majority of which could be made from the same basic bulk ingredients minus the additives. I was a hippy girl at heart, and in Oregon I realized for the first time what my soul had been missing – Nature.

It was the most random thing – after nearly missing out on high school graduation due to my science grades, I became a biology major. Even more weird – pre-med. I was the one who had to be physically held down any time a medical instrument was held anywhere near my body, and here I was voluntarily choosing a career path where I would be surrounded by them. I was shocked to realize that at the college level, I really loved science, enchanted by academia and the idea of doing something that had always posed such a challenge to me.

I transferred to a university in Iowa, and it was during this time that my hippy dippy ways came to fruition. In truth, coming of age in the 80s was glorious yet troubling. The amount of excess and waste around me was unsettling, thanks in part to being partially raised by a Depression era grandmother who exemplified waste not/ want not. It was now 1996, and I was the only person on campus who was vegetarian, wore vegan Birkenstocks, and socks made from recycled plastic bottles. NOBODY knew what a vegan was back then. And it was NOT cool to be one. I was experimenting with making my own beauty products and wearing overalls I found hanging out of my neighbor’s trash can. I only resumed shaving my legs when I made the cheerleading squad my senior year. Hairy cheerleaders are the limit for most people.

This is when I discovered preventative medicine. A little summer class in nutrition blew my world wide open. Healthy eating was such a big part of my life, and learning the science behind it set my world on fire. A lady in town who ran a supplement store told me about Bastyr University as the “only place that teaches it right.” I went to the university library and grabbed the Peterson guide off the shelf, read “world-renowned vegetarian cafeteria,” and immediately changed my life plan. I no longer studied for the MCAT. Now, how to get to Seattle… To be continued…

Hello and Welcome, part two
Hello and Welcome, part three

About Me

I have complete my second project from my #MakeNine2019 challenge. Actually, for me, it’s #MakeSixteen and then some. One of my New Year’s Sewing Resolutions was to work my way through my fabric stash before moving on to the multitude of other projects swimming around in my head. I’m allowing myself to pick up great thrifted fabric when I encounter it; you have to strike while the iron’s hot. But it really makes you think about what you truly like, when you know you’re adding to a stash you’re trying to deplete. We’ll revisit this topic later, as I currently have a knit top cut out from a recent acquisition.

The best way to do this challenge was to commit each chunk of yardage to a pattern. I knew that some of these things would end up going in different directions. After all, fabric has a mind of its own. This is my second completed project, and both projects have already been from different patterns! I love them better! I love how this process leads to happy surprises.

I was originally going to use this pattern:

This would have been a great skirt! But the more I looked at the fabric, the more I saw pants, so this is the pattern I went with:

I am very long-waisted, so I added 1-1/4 inches at the waistline to give it the vintage high-waisted look I wanted:

I was very careful as I laid out the pattern pieces to match up the pattern as much as possible. I cut out each and every piece one at a time, and used the cut pieces to cut out their mirror image by removing the pattern piece and overlaying the cut piece right side down, so the lines of the print would be perfectly matched. I also laid a front piece side by side with the back piece during cutting to ensure the lines matching at the side seam. The pocket was cut on the bias for some fun visual interest. It took a lot of pins and patience to get it right, but I’m thrilled with the result:

Cost of fabric? $1.99. Cost of pattern? $1.99. Total cost of pants? About four bucks plus sales tax.

These groovy pants are going to get a lot of wear. Peace, love and happiness!

Things I Sew

I have been sewing my own clothes for just about 40 years now. But even after all these years, I am constantly challenging myself to go out of my comfort zone and try new things, especially those that intimidate me. I love a challenge. Over the years, however, there were certain things I wasn’t inclined to make – jeans, workout leggings, bras and undies – mostly due to the lack of any variety of suitable quality fabrics anywhere but the garment districts of Los Angeles and New York. Let’s face it; it is pretty discouraging as a sewist to put all your love and expertise into a garment made from fabric that is very cheap and doesn’t hold up. And it’s hard to create your ideal capsule wardrobe and express a unique personal style with limited options.

Enter the world-wide web and social media. For the first time, I am able to accomplish my dream of creating an entirely me-made wardrobe, and making items that I had begun to take for granted, assuming I would always have to buy them. For instance, I declared 2018 the year of denim. I made jeans in a variety of colors, styles and washes, several colors and styles of dungarees/overalls, a couple of denim dresses, a denim shirt, two different colors/styles of jean jacket, a self-drafted Rosie the Riveter jumpsuit, and a denim shirt and jeans for my fella. From the scraps, I made three pairs of shorts. Bonus! I never imagined I’d love jeans so much until I made my own, and sewing denim is so much fun. I have no regrets. I’m basically set for life now, and while no one could say my wardrobe is minimalist, as a creative person I love opening my closet and having so many options that I absolutely love, that fit me like a glove, and with which I have a personal connection.

Still… as much as I’d like to boast an entirely me-made wardrobe and be told how freaking amazing I am by random passers-by, there are certain items that I will not be making anytime soon:

Exercise leggings and fitness things. I have always been very active, even working in a gym at one point (free membership! woo hoo!), so my fitness wardrobe is not lacking. As a result of having a training certification, I received very nice discounts at Lululemon and Athleta. In the past few years, patterns and fabric quality have exploded in availability and variety. I can’t wait to make my own someday. But unlike denim pants, of which I was sorely lacking, I have a wonderful fitness wardrobe that is still going strong and could last for many more years. Include sports bras in this category.

Hiking pants and assorted outdoor gear. I also have some fantastic pairs of hiking pants from REI and Cabela’s that are still going strong. They were made to last, they’re still doing their job, and as much as I’m chomping at the bit to get back into making my own outdoor gear, wearing these to death is the conscious choice. Incidentally, Seattle Fabrics is a great source for fabrics, hardware, and patterns related to the outdoorsy life. They even carry Equestrian lycra! I don’t even ride horses, but I might learn so I have an excuse to make cute pants.

Bras. We are broaching a delicate topic here. I wear an uncommon size. I usually have to go to expensive boutiques or fancy department stores to find my size, and then I’m forced to pay a fortune. I’ve accepted this. Even with the wonderful Indie companies out there making beautiful patterns and kits, it’s still a little out of reach for me in terms of fit. I anticipate this changing rapidly with the body-positivity movement. A few years back, I was able to work the system at the lingerie store Soma and get a new wardrobe of under things for amazing prices. Again, all the stuff is still going strong. When it’s time, I will experiment with making my own so I can feel like a bad ass, but even so I will likely always invest in excellent ready-made basics. Undies don’t count though. I’m set for the moment, but I have a little stash of knit scraps sitting there, waiting…

Some outerwear and blouses. I will always make room in my life for incredible vintage finds. I would sew beautiful coats (believe me, I have a massive look book in my brain of future makes), but I have a nice selection of second-hand outerwear doing the job beautifully. When the time comes, I sell them online and get some money back. And when I can no longer prolong my vintage furs’ contribution to fashion, they will be donated to Coats for Cubs. The animals died for fashion – yuck! I can’t bear them ending up in a landfill any sooner than necessary. In addition, I do plan to make a puffy vest when my current one kicks the bucket.

The things that make my heart sing. Let’s face it. As a sewist, it’s easy to sashay past boutiques, smugly thinking to one self, “Gosh self, why would I buy any of this stuff at these prices when I already have an entirely bespoke wardrobe for pennies on the dollar?” Then you egotistically sip your organic latte and feel sorry for the poor souls around you who must succumb to corporate America and pay a fortune for these substandard offerings… Not that I have ever done that, of course. I’m too #woke #authentic #glowy for that. But the temptation is real. Even so… every so often in one’s travels, one is innocently wandering along and suddenly a light shines down from on high… bright flourescent retail lighting, of course. And before your very eyes you spy something unique and awesome; perhaps made by some local artisan. Or just something that makes you tear up with sheer joy. You drop your organic latte to the floor, and faster than you can say, “Actually, I made this,” the money has already been scanned/swiped/wired out of your account. I am fine with this. I need room in my life to fall in love, which is special and rare. The heart wants what the heart wants. Sometimes we just love something, and the whole point is to craft a wardrobe and style that’s unique, thoughtful, purposeful and beloved. Because these things will get LOTS of wear. That’s a good thing.

Well, I anticipate this list dwindling in the coming years, as things wear out. I intend to replace the things I need with versions I’ve made, and there’s plenty of time to continue growing my skill set and gather resources so I’m ready when the time comes. In the meantime, the sewing must go on…

Thoughts From My Creative Journey