Sewing Block, A Discovery...

OK, so maybe not a huge discovery.  More like pissing and moaning...anyway...

For the last few months I just haven't had it in me to sew much.   I've tried, oh how I've tried.  I have a few patterns cut out.  I have a few things traced.  I have a considerable amount of adjustments on one paper pattern. I have a pair of jeans and a purse cut that's just sitting there because I lost interest.  I made a few Barbie outfits the other day (Manly because I paid $23 for 6 hootchie looking outfits and I won't be doing that anymore.  But DD insists that she can't play with naked Barbies).  I made one big pregnant clown wadder.  Ugh!  I have the new MyImage here that I just fell in love with the second I saw it.  And I got two back issues of La Mia Boutique in the mail today.

There seems to be inspiration everywhere.  I can't get nothing finished.  Shit, I can't get nothing started.  Well, I take that back.  I also have a few UFOs hanging around.  Laughing at me...

I think I know why; I hate my stash!  For the last two weeks I've been in and out of my stash closet trying to find something that might be appropriate for whatever it is I feel like doing.  Turns out, among the big huge pile of crap, I have very little that I actually like.  Sure, the stuff I bought or was gifted in the last two years I really like, but I've also been sewing more of the newer stuff up, so the 'nicer' stuff doesn't seem to hang around as long.  What's eating me up I think is the 400 or so yards of crap I bought previous to the last two years is just getting in the way and I can't see past it.

I know I need to purge. But although I hate a lot of it, for some reason I can't bear to get rid of it.

My pattern stash is out of control too.  However, that doesn't seem to bother me as much.  Also, since I've been feeling really uneasy about the sheer amount of shit I have, I have managed to move all the patterns from my very cramped closet to out in the garage.  Hopefully this will at least give me a little more access to my fabric.  That is, if you don't count the tubs I have in one of my DDs closets that I can't get to when she's in her room sleeping.  :/

Sorry about the rant, I just needed to get that off my chest.