How sad can one´s life get?
I am here in a sunny place, but I wish I was home.
Maybe not. For those of you who don´t live in the UK, you will have noticed by now that all we in the UK seem to moan about is the weather, and lack of sunshine. So why is that I am moaning….again….when I am lucky enough to be enjoying a sunny trip?
I am homesick.
Don´t get me wrong. I am happy here in spain with my family, but I just feel there´s something missing. I miss my machine. I miss sewing. I miss wondering if I am sewing in a straight line. I miss getting frustrated with my sewing project. And it does not help that I keep seeing all the wonderful things my sewing friends keep making.
Normally when I see something I like, I want to try my hand at it immediately. Unfortunately I can´t do that here, because my husband would have killed me if I had brought my sewing machine along ( yeah it also sounds pathetic to me now), and I also forgot my fabric paints. I had planned on doing some fabric painting, but in the mad rush from the house to the airport, forgot my paints. So, I have nothing remotely creative to do. That kills me. If anything, my trip has made me realise how much sewing has taken over my life.
I´ve only got a couple of days left to soak up the sun. I know as soon as I come back to London I will start moaning again about the weather, but for now, I´m happy to moan about not being able to sew.
Right, now that my little moaning spell is over, I shall retire to my novel and some sangria.
Do you also miss your machine when you are away from it?
Take care ladies.