Sewing Is My Therapy

I've been sewing and sewing and quilting and sewing this past week. I cannot tell you how much it's saved me from melancholy. I'm really not sure what I'd have done if not for quilting... probably in foetal position, humming to myself, eating baked beans straight out of a can. Maybe not, but you get the idea.

Also, it's keeping me from packing. Which I hate. I always over-pack and end up buying a tonne of things wherever I visit then I have the wonderful problem of taking it all home with me. I need to pack soon... maybe I can bribe the hubs to do it for me? Probably wouldn't want to, huh? He'd pack things I haven't worn in five years...

Anyway, I've started quilting my little sister's patchwork quilt and am currently halfway through. She asked for colour... she got colour :)

My other sister's quilt top is finished... I'm hoping to have that basted and start quilting it by the end of today. I'm going to slap the binding on both and finish them in Singapore, in front of the telly. My family watches a lot of telly and we will not apologise for it!

In any case, I'm doing a whole lot better now. I have the occasional sad thought, but it's mostly happy and funny moments that play in my mind. Like when my grandma asked me if I could break a $50 and I said I only had 3 $10s and she said "Ah, good enough." When you're 10 that's awesome. Oh let's face it, at any age, that's awesome. And like the time she ordered pork noodles without the pork and confused the hell out of the waiter. She was adorable. You'd have loved her. I sure do :)