I wanted to pop in with an update on costuming with the kids.
My goal was to create a mid-18th century working class look, with all the visible stitching done by hand. For the sake of time, all the inner long seams were machine sewn, then hand finished.
Because this is supposed to be fun, I didn’t want to go down a rabbit hole of ideas about how the costumes “should” look and or get too neurotic about what was Historically Accurate.
After yesterday’s post I felt like I had to follow up because today was so different from the past several weeks.
I woke up this morning and had finished molting.
I’m on high alert a lot of the time. The past few weeks have been especially bad. When I meditate, or take a walk outside, I can temporarily hit pause on all the stimulation my brain is getting and it settles way down. Then, the volume shoots back up to ten.
The night before the election just a week ago, I was anxious, but resigned. Soon, we would have an answer and we could move on with our lives having a sense of what the next four years would be like.
I wanted to write about how I was feeling at that moment, a written time capsule that I could look back on. But I didn’t.
