These last few weeks without my sewing machines has been a bit like being cast out to sea in a small boat without a rudder. I seem to be bobbing along but without any real direction. It is really plain to me how much of my days were spent behind one of the Berninas. I am still doing a bit of sewing (it would be like not breathing for me not to have some little project to be working on) on my lovely old Nellie. But what I make with her just seem to be little thoughts that pop into my mind.
I am getting a bit panicky about how I am going to go about starting up my bag gig again. I have such a long wait list (well over 500 ladies) and I know it will be impossible to sew for everyone, but I kinda do want to sew for some of you again....I just DO NOT want to get swamped again like I have been over the past 3 years. I love making the bags I just am not totally sure how I am going to kick it off again. I want to dabble in it, not be drowned in it. I have to keep up the quality and beauty you have come to expect from me. But I also need to have heaps of time for my 3 little children and husband who need me so much. I adore being a mother, my children are my Magnum opus...my life's work as Charlotte of the Web quoted.
My Berninas should be here along with 2 crates (yes, that is right people, 2 massive wooden moving crates) filled with all my lovely fabric in the middle of September.
Part of me kinda wants to take the entire year off...grow as an artist and all that, or maybe just stock my Etsy shop with bags I create instead of the custom ordering like I have always done in the past. I am at a junction and there are so many different paths to take from where I am standing.
Should I take a deep breath and dive in, or just continue swimming around for the joy of the activity? Too bad there is not an easy answer.