love letters

April 7, 2014

After confessing in my last post about so many things that I realized I didn’t love, I thought it would be appropriate to follow up with some things that I do love. I’m not a negative person by nature but sometimes being honest about a situation, especially when the outcome isn’t what you want, sure feels like a whole lot of negativity. That part can be tough, especially when I like to keep things light-hearted and not so serious around here. I might make this a regular series to help remind myself to take a step back and appreciate all the little things that make me happy. Here goes…

Dear Blog Readers, I love you.
When I confessed in my last post I wasn’t sure what the response would be. I wasn’t really looking for any kind of help or support, I just needed some official closure for myself so I could move forward. What I got was a wonderfully overwhelming response of empathy and general positivity, and even though I thought I didn’t “need” that… I totally did. I was reminded why the online sewing community is so important to me and if you’re reading this right now, I want you to know how much I appreciate you.

Dear Nature, I love you.
I do not always love the bugs that live in you but I still love the fresh air I’m blessed to breathe, the warm sun that blinds my sunglass-less eyes, the peaceful woods I’m surrounded by, and the moss that grows on your floor. Moss is really cute and fuzzy as it turns out and I hope I come back as a forest nymph in my next life so I can sleep on it.

Dear New Serger, I love you.
I was on an anti-serger kick for a while there (not for any good reason, I just didn’t have one I liked) but then I saw you on Amazon Prime for under 200 dollars and I came to my senses. Best purchase ever. I’ve been using it to finish everything, including the raw edges of my fabric before I wash it. Cotton doesn’t fray that much, but still. New serger, as I said.

Dear Fluffies, I love you.
fluffiesEven though I fall asleep every night with a dog butt in my face and a cat paw in my eye, I still always love my fluffy kids. They never, ever fail to make me happy even though I have back problems from never being able to use my laptop correctly. Apparently laps are for cats, not for computers. Even so, my kids are my everything.

Dear Jessica Fletcher, I love you.
Even though you are arguably the worst person to associate with since you witness at least 52 murders a year, you make for good TV and I think we could be friends in real life. You’re teaching me to be more aware of my surroundings, and making me want more blue eyeshadow in my makeup case. Murder She Wrote is my stress free wind-down show lately. I love it.

What do you love this week?