Hemingway advised us not to think about work in progress between leaving the desk and returning to it. Tis true. Our best work is rarely the result of direct thought; too much brooding spoils and tarnishes.
My mojo boomerangs between full force and total recharge. This year, I’ve noticed that I can work 6 weeks straight, weekends included, but at that point, I need a break. Luckily, my weekend of rest comes at just the right time. This Saturday, my brother, James, will host Jamesapalooza, a giant shindig celebrating his day of birth. Now, I know Marce will have words over the naming of said party – Jamesapalooza versus Oonapallooza? – in which I will say, I love you both equally.
So, until Monday, I’ll be in Florida. I have jam packed my calendar with absolutely nothing, and will spend every second with my favorite dudes – my brothers and my father. While I’m gone, I ask of one thing. Take care of the sewing world for me, will ya?
As a wise seamstress once said, see you on the other side of the needle!
