I packed all my sewing stuff up today. My serger and machine are in storage in our basement, and I sorted through the UFO pile, put away some notions, gathered up the loose pins. I'm not sure if I'll feel like sewing for the next few months, and with people coming in and out, my parents coming to visit, we thought it would be best to get the dining room table cleaned off.
It's sad though. I sew almost every day, or at least I did before the craziness started. What, someone needs a pair of navy shorts? No problem. Suddenly your pants are all too small? I'll just whip you up a few pairs. We need a birthday gift? Pajama pants!
I can go get the sewing machine of course. It's in the basement, not in Siberia. But anyone who has seen my sewing area knows that it would be a job to clean it up. I doubt that's something I will feel like doing. I think I might get out an ideas notebook in case I see any cute patterns or tutorials.