Celebrate the small wins

This started as a Facebook post but here we go:

Found my way behind my sewing machine today. It’s the first time in almost a month that I’ve felt ready to sew. 


Due to surgery on my “sewing knee”, I had to use my left foot for the pedals and while not impossible, I found it quite difficult to control the speed - sewing with my right foot is like breathing. My body just knows how to do it. Sewing with my left foot is far more intentional and I have to be extremely focused not just on the needle part, but the pedal part too. 


I’m hoping I get cleared to get out of immobilization and can allow my knee to bend while in a rested/seated position (while still wearing my brace) so I can work on some of this clothing I’ve cut. Serging just isn’t quite an option yet, hopefully soon though. 


Until then, you’ll find me slow and focused, behind my standard. 


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