I had thought last week that things were beginning to flow back into place, but that wasn't quite the case.  I have been able to get a lot of work done, and the planning of new projects has been wonderfully inspiring, however it all came at a price.
My hand and arm are getting worse, and I'm more than worried about being able to get enough done for the upcoming fair.  I still have to go through my inventory and try to get some costumes finished to display on my dress forms, along with my usual contributions to the need to make a living. 
My newest project has gotten me closer to the flow that I need in order to do the work I desire to do, but the unfinished projects are plaguing me, dragging me down to a level that I disdain.
Memories came flooding back, as they tend to in the fall, coupled with the real stresses that are waiting for answers, my energy is at an all time low.  Today, two naps were necessary to get me through the day, and only two hours of sewing were allowed. 

My daughter's life is on hold, as are several other lives that are close to me.  A new baby is on the way.  Life ebbs and flows in ways that we can only pretend to control.

I need to find my costume patterns and see if I have enough fabric to get a few things made and ready to go.  Steam punk at it's best.  Maybe even a Civil War.  And then on to Christmas and beading. 

Beading will be relaxing.  Finishing, not so much.  I love starting.  Starting is very important to me.  I can't wait to show off the latest project.  I really think it is one of the most fun.  I've put this one off for so long, only to find out that it was really fun.  I need to lengthen my work time.  Two hours a day will never made a living.