I've been in such a funk of exhaustion and depression, I really haven't been myself lately.

      In fact, when it came to preparing a graduation gift (for a party tonight), I didn't feel one bit inspired. I forced myself to sit at the sewing machine. (Which I declared hotly that I hated yesterday--and immediately apologized to.  Look, if you sew as much as I do, it's easy to believe the machine is actually a domesticated beast with at least a small measure of feelings!)

     It felt so good to create something just for the pleasure of it. No worries over fit or style or trying to sell it. Just making a cute little rug to go with this gorgeous mug. And playing with some of my favorite things.  (I adore ric-rac, and fabric in lovely scraps and vintage lace! )

Such a happy feeling, making things.

Mug from  Ruthie's Pottery; our local treasure.

      I've been rethinking my little home business. I've taken a pause, plunged into spring cleaning (the pull-out-the-fridge kind.) And there's plenty of think time when one cleans!  That is, trying to think;  my mind is in tangles. After all, I have spent the last three years developing a look, a line--a brand--more or less. But like it? I feel frustrated and restless. Unsure how to grow, how to move ahead, wondering which competing idea should get a chance.  I feel like coffee's perking in my brain and all I'm getting is a tantalizing whiff.

     Tonight gave me one clear solution. 

     I have to create. Make things with my hands. 

     (How could I possibly need reminded?)

     It's more then my job. 

     Perhaps the stirring ideas will yet to come to life. I will try.

     And, more often, I'll let myself play with scraps of lace and fabric--

             just for the love of it.

Blessings, 

      Zinnia Girl!