Well, what do I do now?

I've been pondering the next thing that I want to write in my lovely new blog and I've realised that I'm intimidated. Yes, you all (all those who's wonderful blogs I've been visiting over the past months) have set such a fabulously high standard of delight that I'm finding it hard to live up to.

Yes, I know I'm being emotionally indulgent. Yes, I know I'm showing my perfectionist side (I have an excuse, I'm a Virgo). Yes, I know I have to get over myself.

So, to get me over this slump, I'm going to share a photo of a little project I made. Bolstered by the sewn delights of Florence (of Flossie Teacakes splendour), I was inspired to get my neglected sewing machine out of its dark confinement, dust it off and sew a little something to stop our bedroom door from blowing shut.

And what a delight it was to flex those atrophied sewing muscles! I have spent so much time focusing on jewellery making that I'd forgotten how much joy can be experienced creating a little something from what was, just a short time ago, a flat piece of fabric. Amazing. I measured, I cut, I sewed, I screwed my eyes up in that "I think it'll look like that if I do this" kind of way. My boys even played their part, pressing the button for reverse with such delight. And low and behold, there it was, a little piece of something that

I made.

It even has a little piece of our new house in it too - or 3 to be exact - since I'd gone out into our garden, which is mostly made of sand, and found 3 shells to hang from the top. I guess our house must be built on what was once a beach, though we can't see it from where we are, and I love this feeling of time that those 3 shells brings to this new thing that not long ago was not there.

And now I've realised that I've written quite a lot, really. So now. I guess I'm getting over that intimidated feeling.....