I finished yet another essay last night (although it needs some editing) so I thought I would treat myself with a bit of sewing time this morning. I still have the second dress to make from this pattern:
And I have that really cute geometric fabric that I ordered from Fat Quarter Shop a while back. I also have PIF gifts to make, a dress for the OnlyChild (although she has been less-than-nice lately and I'm not feeling so inclined to make her anything), BOM blocks, and countless quilting projects. Not to mention the two scrapbooks I wanted to complete (NYC from last summer and Europe from spring break).
But here's the scene from the spare bedroom, where I cut out patterns:
This is as far as I got - two pattern pieces pinned. And then I just could not bring myself to do any more. I had this overwhelming feeling of ennui.
Ennui: a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom.
I'm not bored. But that feeling of weariness and discontent - bingo!Sigh.