Project 2 of Make Nine 2019 is underway: a loose top to show off my aerial-ish shoulders!

I’ve been working out a lot recently, and my ego is exploding; but I’ve also been going out a lot, and my head was exploding. As I hinted in my last post, I needed a bit of me-time, so I took a full Sunday for myself – I didn’t even studied! – and (almost) produced a new garment. It’s not finished yet, as again, I’ve been too busy (or too distracted) but I need to keep a good writing habit, so I’m just going to blabber about my life.

Jokes aside, it’s not the first time I hint about my periodic need for loneliness. Generally, when depression hits hard finding time to spend on my own isn’t too difficult, and ironically enough, this is when I’d need company the most. Recently, however, the endorphins in my brain have been dancing around happily, so I’m more open and sociable then ever. This, nevertheless, contrasts with my introvert nature. So, last Saturday I went into full teenage mode and broke down after my infatuation with the boy in the band had to suddenly come to an end. Needless to say, my heart didn’t break and after a very cranky walk home, some sleep, a day of self-care, I grew out of my teenage self again and realised that what I actually needed was a day of crafting and not talking to people.

Sewing has been my favourite crafting in the last few months, even though I welcomed a sewing machine in my life years and years ago: I hadn’t been long in Ireland, but I finally had some money and half an idea to stay at least another year or 2 (read 9 and counting…). I knew nothing about sewing – I still know very little – and I had all these ideas of creating those gorgeous swing dresses and all retro clothing. I did very little until recently, when my sewing machine has moved permanently in my living room. The main reason of my newly re-found joy of sewing might be my willingness to move to a less consumeristic life while still looking trendy with clothes that fits properly and last longer.

So, that’s a case of killing two birds with one stone: create pretty clothes while also taking care of my mental health, and maybe even a third (PETA will hang my head…), being more environmental conscious. Pretty cool, he? Anyway, let’s wrap it up, because a good night of sleep (or fucked up dreams) is also very important and I’ll be back once the top is done.