As one might gather from the "me-made January" recap squeaking in just before March, February didn't go any better. In fact, I did absolutely nothing by way of creating. No sewing, no crafting, and the cooking became a little on the utilitarian/necessity-bred side of things.
Just before I started working two jobs again, I was chatting with my parents about the upcoming situation. My Mom, ever the supportive one*, said "so you're going to do something you swore you would never do again after the last time then, eh?" She was quite right, and arguably this time is even harder since I actually have another person in my life that I really, really want to spend time with. I made it even worse by working three jobs at once for about a month while I was quitting one of them. There have been several nights after work where I could have done some sewing, but they were rare nights when G and I both had time to see each other, so sewing fell to the wayside. On days where I was doing the late shift, I would inevitably sleep in and and then do adulty stuff like groceries and laundry in the remaining time. What this boils down to is that I'm a procrastinator that doesn't manage my time entirely well.
Ironically, the only real sewing I have done since that dress, which is still sitting on the fooseball table, was on a Sunday when I was really sick, and while I was recovering from surgery in August. Photos of both of those projects are too come, at some point.
In theory I'm in a position to post more often since I have free time, but who knows.
*My Mom is ridiculously supportive, just realistic.
