Because I knew I couldn't work on the quilt, I brought the sewing box to class. (Another woman had "had it" with the quilt, came to class and sat for an hour, and then left. How weird is that?)
The sewing box itself comes from a DKNY sweater my mother bought me last Christmas. Since she was in the process of moving, she requested gift wrapping and paid an exorbitant sum to get this box wrapped with a ribbon! I was going to leave the box at my sister's but my mother guilted me into taking it since she paid so much for it. In her defense, it is a pretty nice box; it has a magnetic closure and everything. In my slow-paced craft room reorganization (I need a helper*!) I decided to use it to hold sewing projects that I have cut out but not completed. And it was a smart idea, because last night I just grabbed that and knew there was something in there for me to work on.
I finished the five seams on my MIL's Amy Butler bags from last Christmas (remember, my machine clattered to a stop).
Then I finished sewing the pillow I was stitching for my aunt when she was diagnosed with breast cancer. That was two years ago; she is already cancer-free.
It's just so weird that I can manage to juggle ninety million tasks when I have a job--at home and at work--but I am so discombobulated when it comes to my hobby. Really, a former boss once called me "terrifyingly efficient" and used to drag me into her office twice a semester so we could reorganize it. Maybe that's why it's a hobby because if I were organized and task focused it would be work?
* It'd cost about $300 to hire a professional organizer. Should I start a fund?