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
Oh Cici it must be so hard for you at the moment ...maybe get some hand stitching and try that away from the room or just rearange the room.... might give you some enthusiasm
SvaraRaderaVar sak har sin tid... det kommer ljusare tider igen.
SvaraRaderaMå så gott och Kram till dej!
Skickar dig en hälsning och ett hopp om att kviltglädjen skall återkomma.
SvaraRadera