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WIP is a misleading phrase in these parts: as I can see no work in progress. Lately, I find I’m terribly indecisive about moving forward. My stash of thrifted materials is quickly stacking up and yet I can’t bring myself to dive in. This feels a little like writer’s block. And I know writer’s block as my relationship with that condition is on the cozy side!

I’m not sure what it is, because I’m chock full of ideas. My list of projects to start rivals the pile of fabric in my workspace. But, I just. can’t. do. it. Instead, I stare at my burgeoning collection and muse: this would make a good purse, that would make a lovely skirt, think I’ll make another cup of tea. I like my options open and it is becoming increasingly clear that my indecisive nature is borderline pathological.

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In order to fight my lack of direction, I’ve determined that this darling sheet is going to become something else tomorrow. That’s a decision, right? What’s it going to become, you ask? Um… I’ll let you know just as soon as I figure that part out. As tenuous as this might be, we’re going to call this little movement progress and then keep working on it. M’kay?