I like to think that I’m good at not letting my physical health affect my mental health; most days, that’s exactly how it goes, but everyone has bad days.
Starting school has meant that my pain is a bit worse, my fatigue is a bit worse, and social anxiety is yet again, a very irritating thing. I’m very good at hiding the fact that I’m in (constant) pain, and to a degree I’m even able to mask the really quite gross positions my joints end up in when they get dislocated. And even though I know everyone in my year now, and everyone at least knows of me, I am not a fan of the idea of having seizures or fainting in front of people.
To make myself feel better after a particularly hot (and therefore lightheaded) day, as well as a truly useless doctors appointment, I thought I’d cheer myself up by writing about how wonderful my sewing machine is.
Felicity (my sewing machine) and I, I must say, got off to a rather rocky start, when I had great difficulty in getting her to pick up the bobbin thread. This was entirely my fault, I was watching the thread go around the bobbin and assumed it would get stuck every time, so gave up without letting it go the whole way round and actually managing to pull the thread up. Silly me.
I’ve pretty much finished my daisy dress, with the only thing left to do being to sew in a hook and eye. Because I can’t do this one tiny thing on my sewing machine and have to instead do it by hand, it’s meant that I’ve been putting it off ever since, and have instead started to make a skirt, which appears to be going quite well so far – I’m making some knife pleats at the moment, sort of successfully. I’m not the neatest at the moment, I just get very excited when something goes right and squeak a lot when something goes wrong.