I am grateful everyday for many things. Really. Happy home, loving family, good health, etc. It struck me as odd at first that I would include sewing among them.
So I went up to my sewing room (okay guestroom, too) for inspiration. I think it's true for all of us - that comforting, familiar feeling we get when we first walk in. The place is usually messier than we remembered but was most always was left with hope of a speedy return. Numerous projects laying about. Some nearing finish, awaiting final detail. Some frustration defined and nagging us to try it again. Some yet to be, tempting us against our better judgement not to start another thing untill we catch up. This is my space (outside my mind) where I can dream and remember. My gosh! For this feeling alone I'm grateful I sew.
But really, it allows me to slow down, be thoughtful, conscious of the next step, knowing that fine work is a commitment to excellence. No matter how fast " I must get this done", I hear my Grammy reminding me that "Haste makes waste".
Grammy, who at 83 had never bought anything but her stockings off the rack. Grammy, who wouldn't allow an 11 year old me to even touch her machine until after I'd completed two dresses entirely by hand. I'm most grateful for her-and all the tears I shed ripping out and basting (eegawds) some 40 ago because the time spent taught me so much about the right way to impeccable work. My skills are a gift passed on, i know now, because i feel there is nothing I'm afraid I can't tackle. Thanks Grammy.

Clever! But is he still speaking to you?