I've been cutting patterns like a mad woman. Sewing like a fiend in the evening hours. Drafting new patterns, jotting down new ideas, crocheting hats for a local ski shop, and sewing some coordinating clothing to consign at a local children's boutique. Did I mention I also work full time at my "day" job?
Oh, make so mistake, I'm not complaining. I live a blessed life. A full life but blessed none the less.
Lately, I've been daydreaming about getting away for a crafting retreat. A retreat full of wide open spaces to cut patterns, rooms full of creative people with a similar focus, endless cups of hot tea, my iPod blasting my favorite tunes. A weekend all to myself to sew, sew, sew with no housework, hungry children, conference calls, set bet times, alarm clocks.... This is my daydream. I used to dream of spa retreats, days shopping in the city or at the local farmers market, a tropical vacation. Funny how daydreams shift as our priorities in life change. I don't miss those exotic, spa filled, daydreams at all.