Today I went into my sewingroom for the first time since mom died. It still looks the same since the move in early January. Nothing is in its right place, it's all a mess and nothing is really unpacked.
Untouched.
Uninspiring.
I'm searchig for something, I'm not sure what it is. I've misplaced my inspiration and my will to create.
Today I went into my sewingroom, stood there and looked around. Closed the door behind me. Maybe another time.
//Cici
