a need unfulfilled, but time well spent

Being creative is a necessity in my life.
It brings me to a calmer state and makes me feel satisfied, sometimes even euphoric.

It's funny how I used to complain that I never had time to do anything.

In hindsight I had all the time in the world, but never used it wisely.

With an active little one, I no longer have creative time, unless I can manage to stay up well after she finally goes to sleep.  Usually, though, my bed lures me in and another idea never has a chance to flourish.

Ideas, ideas.
I'm full of them.

A low-volume, queen size quilt for our bedroom.
An alphabet I-Spy quilt for Sophie.
Pretty little dresses for bean.
A few comfy tops for me.
Some applique items for my shop.
Some paper piecing projects for the house.
Pillows for our living room.
Baby gifts for expecting friends.

The list is endless.

I give credit to the women out there who somehow manage to successfully juggle a career, their passion to create, and their families.  My type B personality just isn't disciplined enough.

In the meantime I complete smaller, simpler projects during those late night hours in an attempt to still fulfill that yearning.  While I'm not challenging myself as much or sewing as often as I'd like, I'm thankful for the rare opportunities I do have.

My priority is my family and watching Sophia grow and change daily is a precious gift.  She occupies most of my time these days, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I'm incredibly grateful.

My time is well spent.