I've figured out that by simplifying my life I might in fact be making it harder.
I mean I'm sitting here sewing felt eggs...enough said. Of course, they are felt eggs that have a secret little pouch inside for treasures so....
The intention was to move away from the plastic egg idea into something warmer and potentially more beneficial for mother earth. Something we could use again and again. Something fun and easy. Easy.
Anyone going to step in here? What I may need is an intervention. Someone to pounce on my sewing machine and tell me to "slowly back away from the machine". Alas, that has yet to happen.
This seemingly innocent bag has been time consuming. Yet, I continued. I wanted something smaller to make the smaller gifts and treats seem bigger in the bag, you know. Sitting next to the machine as we speak are three more bags cut out and ready to sew.
Simple right? Next year, it will seem easier/simpler. At least that is what I say now....
So unless someone makes a move here I'm headed back to the studio to finish those other three bags.
Yup...I am...I'm going now....I'm walking...I'm walking...
Well, if you change your mind and have a moment in your day you know where to find me.
I asked a friend of mine recently (A friend that I will NOT tell you is in the process of making the very same felt eggs) whether she ever felt that her life was harder because she was attempting to make it "more simplified"?
Her response was...EVERYDAY.
Anyone else out there?