I had a half hour before I had to get ready to leave for my Bellydancing class. I couldn’t even imagine making another potholder, but I still wanted to sew.
I’d been feeling anxious all day, even after meditating a couple of times. Sewing can focus me at such times, making me forget the jittery feeling going on under my skin. So I picked up some of the scraps on my floor and started sewing.
If I didn’t have Bellydancing class, which I know will also help calm my anxiety, I’d have been content to stay in my studio for hours adding onto this piece.
I have no idea if it will become something other than what it is. I wasn’t thinking about that while I was sewing, I wasn’t thinking about anything but what I was sewing. That’s where so much the joy of it came from.