For years I've felt creative pressure. A pressure to create. To turn each moment of inspiration into something tangible. To achieve. To accomplish. To complete.
It doesn't help to read blogs written by people who gave birth to five babies and finished five king-sized quilts and then wrote a book about it all before I've had my morning coffee.
Learning to love sewing again meant learning how to set a goal and then completely release my attachment to how it was achieved. [...]Read More