Lately I've been in a bit of a funk. Not entirely sure why, but I'll hazard a guess that it has to do with not spending nearly enough of my limited time off actually resting and rejuvenating, in favour of things like ripping out drywall. Anyway. I'll admit that I've likely not been the most fun to be around. Not really grumpy per se, just kind of going through the motions, while Martin pushes forward with project after project around the house turning ideas into real live results in his wake. Meanwhile I'm left in the dust, or more correctly curled up on the couch cramming in the first season of the House of Eliott on DVD.
And maybe it was all the divine 20s fashion and talk of dressmaking, or maybe it was a fateful recent browse at Reprot Depot on a lunch break this week, but I've suddenly been struck with the mojo again. Huzzah! And so it is that I've placed orders for a couple of Amy Butler patterns and am seriously considering making a rash trip to the Fabricana 20% off sale (that's 20% off everything kids!) tonight to feed the frenzy. Dare I go fabric shopping in this state? I've already started making mental lists of all the things I could make for gifts this Christmas, and really that kind of ambition at this stage in the year is almost never comes to fruition.