Sew Obsessed

There's a French comic making the rounds right now about the mental load of motherhood.

I find it completely fascinating. I'm blessed with a husband who wants to take his share of the load at home, but I am also the stay-at-home parent, so I tend to put more on myself despite the fact that I am serving as a caretaker at all times. You don't have to be plugged in to the feminist community to understand that mom brains are typically going a thousand miles per hour and juggling various to-dos and responsibilities. For me I think this is why I have fallen so in love with sewing.

I only began sewing in earnest in March, so I am still learning so much about my machine, garment construction, pattern reading, etc. Any time I sit down at my machine it requires my whole attention. I can't sew with the baby in the room or while talking on the phone. I have to put the entire world on the other side of the door and just focus.

That is super rare in my life. At one point knitting was like this, but now I am so accustomed to knitting that it is actually hard for me to sit and knit without the tv going or a book on my lap. It's great to have an activity I can do during mealtimes when Pasha insists on feeding himself, but it does nothing to tune out the craziness in my head. It helps me to stay calm, but it is not the complete escape that sewing has become.

I know this probably sounds ridiculous, and there are many other factors that contribute to this new-found obsession. But the chance for a complete escape, even just for a stolen thirty minutes during nap time, is so precious right now. And that makes all the difference.