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New Year, Same Me

Last year in a wine fueled snowed-in Nor'easter day in Ramsey, New Jersey I planned and mapped my sewing plan for 2018. I dreamed of making a number of shirts, a few dresses, and maybe ever SOME PANTS.

When the ball fell on December 31st, 2018 and a new year began I had made a total of 1 - one - garments.

My sewing machine lay forlorn and neglected tucked between my desk and a bookshelf.

I ignored it, because the sight of it was a reminder of how I had publicly (through this blog) declared my grand schemes of domestic conquering and utterly failed. I was mad at myself for sharing, I was embarrassed.

It wasn't until this week that relief came to me whilst rewatching a hilarious Mockingbird talk from the conference last Spring.

In his talk Sam Bush illustrates how the writers of SNL get to the core of our inadequacy.

I won't share much more, but if you, like me, feel the weight of your past promises, ideas, and dreams crushing your current creativity and life then please en…

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