I want to make something. Really, I want to sew. Something impressive and complicated, with a fabric that makes me wriggle just to touch it. Probaly something well beyond my somewhat limited sewing abilities. Maybe even something for (gasp) everyday wear.

It's not going to happen. I don't have the money to go hunting down fabrics for projects of questionable use, and I absolutely don't have the time.

I'm trying desperately to work my mind into a position where I can surrender it to my PhD---give that the kind of attention it needs. It's a bit like the onset of motherhood, actually---that intensive infancy where almost everything you are gets put on hold in favour of this other. The downside with the PhD is it doesn't scream if you ignore it. It's also not nearly as cute and cuddly and rewarding as the baby. However, it will be over a lot sooner than motherhood, one way or the other...

And in the meantime, my rebellious body wants to sew.