Softly at first they call me, and I just peek into the baby selvedge box to check the stash. I think about the new project and try to plan some time to get back to it.
I open the box of baby selvedges. This is a BAD MOVE. The sewing machine is already threaded with white cotton , I could just sew a few lines couldn't I? I mean I can stop whenever I want to. I am the grown-up in this...er......relationship. I am IN CONTROL.
I do a deal with myself. (and you all know what I'm talking about here, you know you do)I'll just sew two sections of the new project and then I'll get back to those "important- things- that -need- to -be -sewn"
Two sections quickly (or not so quickly) became five and then six. By now I know I have to finish all eight , I mean it would be silly to stop when I am this close. I may as well just get it all out of my system at once.
Yes I know binge sewing is irresponsible, I need to try to be more moderate, maybe even have a few selvedge-free days each week.........I know these things, I've read the health warnings. I just can't seem to do it.
Up early Sunday morning and sections seven and eight are completed before breakfast. Lets not use the word frenzied here, lets just say I was, by this point, enthusiastic.