This past weekend was exceptionally full. I had grand plans of quilting (I did get some time to quilt on Saturday), but life clearly had other plans for me.
Earlier tonight (Sunday) at the end of yet another full day, I found myself at home alone for a few minutes unexpectedly. I turned on my sewing machine and gave reverse applique a try. I’ve never done it before. I didn’t look up any tutorials (if I had, I would not have had time to sew); I just grabbed two fabric scraps and sewed them together in a way that made sense to me. My husband promptly returned home, declared that the method should be called “amoeba making”, and helped figure out what we would have for dinner.
Those 15 minutes of reverse applique sewing play were an essential way for me to wind down from the nonstop weekend. I feel like I was in constant motion all weekend moving from one drip to another with my “bucket” trying to keep everything contained. Everything is complete, delivered, phone calls made, lunar eclipse seen, and in the end we had a meal to eat. My load felt lighter, and once again I am deeply grateful for this creative outlet.
Most of the events of my weekend are rather inconsequential, but I did learn from my mother that a family friend unexpectedly passed away on Thursday. The older I am fortunate to get, the more news like this make me want to hug my loved ones tight and check in to make sure I am really LIVING. You know, really filling my day with the things I want in it. Phone calls with parents? Absolutely. Walks late at night to watch a lunar eclipse? You bet. Paying bills? Ah, well, I appreciate that I can and have a roof over my head.
My husband and I have been trying to go for a bike ride every morning since he has been on his sabbatical. I am learning the layers I need for the weather conditions: wind makes me much crankier than just cold, and I’m glad to have a fantastic rain jacket/wind blocker for those super windy days. On Saturday we got a much later start than normal (re: nothing went to plan this weekend). We happened to see our friends walking their son in a stroller around the park in our neighborhood, so we all stopped to chat for a few minutes. Apparently baby boy was pretty cranky this past week, and no one got much sleep. His mom described him as going through a “cognitive development phase” which sounds so much better than cranky. I was thinking I might tell my husband I’m having a cognitive development day the next time I’m feeling cranky. Joking aside, upon reflection, a recent cranky day was definitely followed by insights. It can be tough to process everything I go through in a day; sometimes it just all gets jammed up.
One final random thought for this post: I had these thoughts and wanted to get them out of my head and into this blog post to help me sleep tonight and wake up fresh tomorrow morning. It took me so much longer to get the words out of my head than it did to think them. I’m amazed by the amount of processing that happens in our heads!
I hope you had some time to scratch a creative itch this weekend or do something that helps drain your bucket in a healthy and supportive way, and if not, I hope you will soon.