About 4 times a year, Erik falls asleep the same time as the kids. Tonight was one of those special (and rare) nights. It was 8:30 p.m. and I found myself sitting on the stairs in a completely quiet house.
Lately I have felt this urge to become more domesticated. I've struggled with that a lot in the past. I don't scrapbook, make headbands, decorate my house, or cook exceptionally well. Sometimes I feel like I have no common interest or skill to offer my friends. In an effort to be more interesting, I once asked for a sewing machine for Christmas. Tonight, two years later, I finally used it for the first time.
I'm not sure yet how I feel about sewing in general. My first project is a blanket that I have intended to make for Charlie since he was in the womb. It's a little monotonous and easy to mess up. Every time I sew a stitch, I panic that the bobbin is going to come undone and I'll have to make a new one. I'll be glad when the blanket is finished.
Letting my new sewing machine sit in the closet for over 2 years has taught me that I need to do more things for me. Not in a narcissistic and selfish kind of way, but rather in a way that will help me learn, grow, and become more well rounded. I really want to stop being the person who avoids doing hard things.
I know what you are all wondering. The answer is no, I am not selling this blanket on Etsy when I am done. Instead, depending on how this project goes, I may sell the sewing machine.