You and I, we used to get along.
For a while there, we had a great relationship. I awaited your arrival with anticipation, planning what my challenge-to-myself would be and figuring out how I could push myself a bit more with my me-made wearing.
Last year was particularly good. I learnt a lot about my me-mades, culled some from my wardrobe as a result, altered some others, and put yet others into wear-often rotation. We parted good friends, happy with each other and waiting eagerly for when we’d meet again the following May.
This year started off well as well. I watched with baited breath until I saw you coming from the distance, planned how we’d get along and what we’d get up to.
The first few days were as anticipated. Fun, with a bit of challenge mixed in, just like any good relationship.
But then, things started to go wrong.
I was tired all the time, with no energy to iron after the Little Guy went to bed at night. My me-mades that I could fit were piling up in the ironing pile, threatening to topple over and smother the cat that sleeps nearby. The number of clothes I could wear comfortably dwindled rapidly, and I ended up resorting to hand-me-downs from no-longer-pregnant friends that weren’t really my style but heck, they were wash-and-go and fitted.
Sure, I had plans. I have a pile of patterns, all waiting to be sewn up in pretty fabrics, for styles that I can wear now. Indie patterns that are bump-friendly. Vintage maternity patterns. They’re all there.
But the time and the energy? Not so much.
And so my wardrobe continued to dwindle. I no longer look forward to getting dressed in the morning – that anticipation of ‘what mood am I in today?’ has vanished, replaced by ‘oh heck, what can I possibly put on this morning?!?’. The Me-Made challenge mocked me, making me feel even less happy about my make-do wardrobe.
It just wasn’t working out any more.
And so you and I, after our long relationship, we parted ways.
Maybe we’ll meet again next year, and our relationship will go back to the golden days? I hope so.
But for now, farewell…..