Lately, I've been feeling a bit immolized with potential. Now that I have more time, I am less equipped to organize it well. I've been spending a lot of time thinking about the new place we move into soon (but not soon enough): the dream house which will never need to be cleaned and where I'll eternally find what I'm looking for.
I think I need to remind myself that it's better to have the time and the tools to make things rather than not. Otherwise, something like this might happen....
Without my sewing machine, I might have to resort to duct tape (someone's sewing secret that I found in my pile of recycled sweaters).
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