I've been making gifts and things for Christmas. If you had asked me before, I would have told you that handmade gifts were well... usually pretty crappy. (I mean really. Someone is actually suggesting that you give a "smores kit" as a gift. I would be so mad...)
Now that I've spent hours of my life sewing soft little presents for the children in my life, I understand that homemade gifts can be awesome.
I sewed these elf slippers for my nephew.
I have a strained relationship with sewing. See... I have an overlock machine. I know how to surge with ruffles. I'm kind of awesome at sewing, if you want to know my secret. I used to have an etsy shop. It was great.
And then I started sewing the same skirts over and over again until my eyes were bleeding. I sewed so many of the same kind of thing that I was seeing alternating color blocks of fabric in my sleep. I woke up one morning in the middle of planning my DIY wedding and pregnant with my second daughter and I just suddenly totally hated sewing.
I closed up my shop with a vague idea that I would return to it after the wedding was over and we got settled in with the baby.
Well, the baby is sixteen months old, now.
I've thought about it a few times, but I couldn't bring myself to get my machines down from their dark place on a shelf in my bedroom closet. The thought of sewing anything made me feel a little sick to my stomach, honestly. I kind of assumed that I would never sew again. Because, why would I put myself through that boredom and torture?
But then... I really wanted Louisey to have an awesome Muno blanket for Christmas. I invited some friends over and made pumpkin spice lattes and by the end of the day, I was sitting in my old seat at the dining room table, a pile of fabric bunched up around me.
It didn't even feel terrible.
It would also be nice to have a little extra money.
Maybe I could only sell a certain number of those godforsaken black and white striped skirts? Maybe I could only sell things that I like to sew?
I'm probably a little bit crazy, considering that I have ZERO time. I have ZERO extra energy.
Somehow, I found the time to sew a giant fuzzy Muno face, right? I found the energy to make an adorable pair of elf slippers. Maybe if I vowed to sew only things that made me happy, I could make it work again? Maybe if I sewed things for babies and kids and people I loved (like you guys) and didn't care about how much money I was making, it wouldn't make me want to cry myself to sleep while the image of unending fabric feeding through a machine.
For those of you that are set to get a notification when my shop reopens, keep your eyes open.
Let's just say... keep them half open.