I always seem to injure myself while sewing. In November a ruler of all things fell and split open my toe. Today one of my cats pushed the scissors off the sewing table and it cut my foot.
Also, I hate sewing with linen. It slides everywhere (then again other fabrics slip around everywhere for me, I have shaky hands.) Even if I use pinking shears it frays horribly. In hindsight, I probably should have read up on the fabric more, but I tend to learn by making mistakes (when it comes to crafts) because I am lazy and stubborn. Luckily, the garment I am making right now (a long t-tunic dress) with gores was meant to be a learning piece (I’m new to sewing) and is going to be my 90+ degree garment/dirty work garment. I have many more years of linen sewing to go. So I just need to learn.
Overall, I’m really proud of myself right now. I sewed in another gore and the sleeves. Things were really rolling in November, then after the holidays everything really came to a complete stop. Depression does that. Granted, I’m on meds so I can still go to work full-time and school part-time, but by the end of the day or even the weekends I had no extra energy for anything other than sleep and homework. I’m slowly getting my motivation back, and I’m partially looking forward to the mildly hypo-manic days where even if I don’t get a ton of sleep I’ll be just peachy.