So as the title suggests I have made progress in the weight loss front. I measured myself yesterday and I have lost 3 inches from my waist and 1/2 inch from my hips. Amazing!
I noticed it on Monday when a skirt I made around this time last year was almost falling down at work. Luckily my shirt was long that day so there was no inappropriateness.
This is kinda bittersweet because I liked that skirt and I put a fair amount of work into it, but on the other hand, I did want to become slimmer. It’s an interesting dilemma when a large portion of my clothing is me-made but I want to change in a way that it will all no longer fit. I need to keep in mind that this is for my health and wellness and it’s important to keep going with this, but it is quite sad that I have to say goodbye to some favourite pieces.
I guess that just means more sewing in the future. 😀
In other news, last weekend I did a big tidy of my apartment, (much thanks to Mom for helping). I have so much fabric that it is not fitting into the 2 designated shelves for fabric, which means I am not only on a food diet but a fabric diet as well. I have lots in my stash to choose from so it’s not like I’ll be running short anytime soon.
I am very wary about letting my stash get out of control. My late grandmother was notorious for the stash in the basement of her house. The entire basement seemed like one large fabric/yarn pile. It was always so sad because she bought so many nice pieces of fabric and yarn but had nowhere near enough time left in her life to use them all. I just would keep thinking of all the work that went into producing all that material and get very sad for all the workers and farmers that put their time into making it. I want to make sure I honour the people who made the fabric and yarn I buy by actually making it into something and trying not to waste it.
I hope my grandmother is resting peacefully if there was an afterlife I think she would be in one giant yarn/fabric pile where ever that would be. Whenever I craft I feel like I am honouring her memory, even though she wasn’t the easiest person to get on with. In fact, I see a lot of myself in her and gained an understanding of how she was on a personal level. I see a woman who went through a lot of the same psychological struggles I am but didn’t have anywhere near the same supports.
Great, now I made myself cry…