If you give a girl a festival,
she'll probably want a new bag to go with it.
I haven't sewn anything since I made my Nook case back in January. I cut two big pieces for a shirt last month, but they're still sitting near the machine, untouched. But last Friday, at the end of a tiring week when I didn't want to use one more ounce of brain power thinking about school or chores or anything else, I decided I needed a new bag. Something a little bigger than my small cross-body bag, with wider straps, so I'd be comfy all day. I dug in my fabric stash, found some cute $1 a yard clearance fabric I picked up last year for no reason other than it was cute and a dollar a yard and a few pieces of white print for the lining. A couple of hours later (it took that long mostly because I had to actually stop to feed people), Mama had a brand new bag.
It isn't perfect (I should have made the flap a little longer), but it's mine. And I love it.
It's amazing what a couple of hours creating (especially when you didn't plan on it) can do for your mood.