So yet again I fell off the blogging wagon. I of course haven’t in this time disappeared completely and it’s likely that most
So in August I went on my summer holiday to California and on day one I got engaged. So that has meant I have been busy wedding planning and will actually be getting married at the end of July. Crazy right?
So since then I have been looking at venues, dresses, decorations, flowers and every spare moment is spent thinking about wedmin.
On top of that shortly after I got back from my holiday my landlord gave us notice on our flat and told us we would have to be moving. So as well as coming back from a holiday, going straight back to the daily grind and planning a wedding I also had to start looking for somewhere new to live.
So in December we planned for our move and then finally moved in January. Clearing out our old flat and settling into a new one took a lot of time and energy. Wedmin was put on hold and the move took over.
During this time I also fell out of love with sewing, like really out of love. I just didn’t want to do it and I wrote about in my newsletter this ended up going on for about 5 months. It took me while to realise I’d fallen out of love. It didn’t bring me joy, new patterns didn’t excite me and after packing up my old sewing space and then actually getting a sewing room I was surprised to find that I still didn’t feel that passion come back.
I found I needed a break from the whole thing. So that’s why I started writing my newsletter. With no pressure to make something and instead making the focus around the creative process. I looked for inspiration. Even if I loved something and could think about how I would make it, I didn’t feel the pressure of needing to make it. It was ok to just have the ideas. That felt good.
So here we are now. The change of weather has helped me find a my love of sewing and reassessing the pressures I felt has also been good for both me and my creativity.
My newsletter has shown me that I love to create but that doesn’t always have to be about churning out a new garment because pressure makes me feel like I have to.