Friends, come summer, something comes over me. Perhaps it's heatstroke. My normal high energy begins to lag, and I find myself conflicted over how much I really want to be sewing.
It's not for lack of fabric. I have a lot in my stash right not, including at least six yards of sadly neglected polished cotton rose print.
And then there's infamous vinyl python. I may just paper the bathroom walls with it. No, that would be work -- and we'd have to replace the toilet seat.
This weekend at the flea market I picked up three creamy king size cotton sheets -- two flat, one fitted -- all for $6. I could use these for underlining, shirts, dresses, muslins -- all sort of things. But I'm more inclined to sleep on them somehow...
I have all kinds of new(ish) stuff in my vintage pattern stash, including a New Look-inspired 50s suit and all sorts of 40s-era lounge wear. Cathy is chomping at the bit for me to get started on her next creation but frankly, I'm not feeling it.
Friends, are you, too, stricken with summer sloth? Poking around the sewing blogosphere of late, I see a few people have shifted to the slow lane, while others seem to have accelerated alarmingly (I try to ignore them).
Maybe I'm just waiting for the perfect fabric/pattern combo to get me excited? No, the sad truth is that I am, at heart, a bit of a slacker. Especially when the temperature hits 90 degrees Fahrenheit.
In closing, readers, do you take conscious sewing vacations (i.e., breaks from sewing, not the two-week intensive at couture sewing camp) and return feeling more rested and energized? Do you sew more in the summer or less?
Are you driven to scale the next peak or simply content to lounge all afternoon with a cool drink and Rock Hudson?