|Illustration by Clare Owens|
An attitude of acceptance is valuable in all parts of my life. I usually can accept that I am aging, that I have no control of other people, that my abilities only go so far. While I would like to be taller, leaner, smarter, and a more accomplished sewer (or rider, cook, computer operator, artist, crafter, gardener, home decorator...) I know my limits. I don't usually bite off more than I can chew. And, when I do, I chew carefully.
After yesterday's sewing debacle, I pulled a lovely sweater jacket from my closet which I have had since the early 90s. It is a pretty gray lilac weave with arty gray buttons and cute zippered pockets. It is also a little box shape (which I can resemble in the wrong clothes). I sewed up the sides a bit, trimmed the sleeves, and added new hems. It now fits more closely, and the bracelet sleeve length is far more flattering.
This accepting attitude saved me from a downward spiral. I could have said "Oh, I'll never learn to sew well." In fact, I love to sew and I sew a lot. It stands to reason that I would have some fails. As every ride on my horse is not perfect, so too is not every garment.
What does all this have to do with yesterday's post ?
As we have decided to "make do" with this house, we have given away, or sold, the following stuff: bicycles, skis, fishing equipment, sewing machine table, crystal, fabric, craft supplies, CD changer, speakers, turntable, furniture..while I will miss some of these items, I also know that what surrounds me now reflects my true interests and lifestyle. And, staying means that I must remind myself that this is the house, and the life, that I chose, and continue to choose and nurture.