Pent up

I have not sewn in weeks.

Shortening the straps on the girls' new dresses by hand does NOT count.

The itch in my fingers is a palpable thing.

I have boxes upon boxes of fabric calling my name in the basement nook that will soon by my sewing desk. My poor machine is still in her box. I've pinned close to a hundred patterns and styles and sewing desk makeovers lately all in an attempt to quiet that inner voice that keeps whispering (seeeewwwwww something)

ugh.
Haven't written.
Haven't sewn.

Haven't created.
No wonder I've been in such a crappy mood all week.

It's all bottled up in there driving me slowly insane...