A long week-end has been and gone. I kept myself busy, with a trip to Buffalo (not MORE fabric?!?) and a project. Whenever I finish a project, I feel a little lost. I’m spoiled for choice for the next one. There are several that I could do, a few that I need to do and many more that I want to do, someday. On finishing one, they all call to me and I struggle to make the choice.
Two of the above projects are familiar: I’ve made them before and could get them completed relatively quickly. So, what am I waiting for?
Familiarity breeds contempt. I am hungering after the new, the untried. I have that on the go as well, with the French jacket sew along. I have to cut my fashion fabric and lining this week, something I wanted to do today since I was off work. Although the new is alluring, it is also a little frightening. I have three cuts of fabric suitable for the jacket, and was wary of cutting into any of them today. And I do have all week, after all! Choosing between the known and the unknown fuels procrastination, something at which I have always excelled.