I am a selfish sewer, but that's okay

As usual, Sarai nails it.  I've said it before, I'll say it again, I don't really love sewing for other people.  I sew for myself because it is enjoyable for me, a creative outlet, and a way of self-expression and self-discovery.  I sew for myself because it is hard to find ready-to-wear clothing that suits me and fits properly.  To sew for others is to give more of me, pour myself out further, rather than taking something restorative in.   I do occasionally take on projects for others, out of friendship or familial love, or for a creative challenge, but I'm very picky about the projects I do take on because my sewing and creative time is so limited, and my internal resources so stretched.

I've had some wadders this week, which has been frustrating.  I might have made the dress from yesterday wearable (although the jury is still out on that one), but I still don't love it, and I made a skirt that is going straight to the scrap pile after I remove the fastenings.  I have one little project I need to finish this week or next, but then I think I need to shelve my sewing for the summer, for real this time.  I'm mostly too hot to think, and my body seems to be in rebellion against my best efforts this summer, so my shape is in constant flux.  

Probably I'll just stick to knitting and hand embroidery for the next little while.  And maybe write a little bit.  I've got big sewing plans for Fall for Cotton in September, though!