With the inner fortitude of a marshmallow

So, I didn't so much fall off the wagon on the weekend , It was more like a flying leap into the great selvedge abyss.

You see, I have rules. I have structure. I have plans and goals and "important-things-that-need-to-be-sewn" ......and then I have selvedges.

Quietly they beckon me from the sewing room , like some dirty little secret. I think I can resist. I tell myself firmly to stay on task. Prioritise. Finish those dollies that people are expecting for Christmas. Work on your secret Santa swap.........I am strong, but still they call.

Softly at first they call me, and I just peek into the baby selvedge box to check the stash. I think about the new project and try to plan some time to get back to it.

I open the box of baby selvedges. This is a BAD MOVE. The sewing machine is already threaded with white cotton , I could just sew a few lines couldn't I? I mean I can stop whenever I want to. I am the grown-up in this...er......relationship. I am IN CONTROL.

I do a deal with myself. (and you all know what I'm talking about here, you know you do)I'll just sew two sections of the new project and then I'll get back to those "important- things- that -need- to -be -sewn"

Two sections quickly (or not so quickly) became five and then six. By now I know I have to finish all eight , I mean it would be silly to stop when I am this close. I may as well just get it all out of my system at once.

Yes I know binge sewing is irresponsible, I need to try to be more moderate, maybe even have a few selvedge-free days each week.........I know these things, I've read the health warnings. I just can't seem to do it.

Up early Sunday morning and sections seven and eight are completed before breakfast. Lets not use the word frenzied here, lets just say I was, by this point, enthusiastic.

All pieced, do I bask in the glow of achievement and return, sated to the other projects?

No way !

It sings to me , loudly every time I leave the sewing room. It waits for me now safe in the knowledge that the seed of the finished project in all its wonderfulness has been planted in my brain.

and then.....the light palpitations , the flushed cheeks and racing heart, the stupid grin , when you sew it all together to realise that it will work - it fits ! It makes sense......oh seriously, there is no going back from this point -we all know that

Small tweaks get tweaked, the "important-things-to-be-sewn" aren't really that important are they?

So close, binding is needed and bought in record time - no time to browse or chat, no I don't need a bag, just pass me the binding lovey and no-one will get hurt.

Home, tweaking, pinning..........not rushing, the end is in sight and the chorus of angels is warming up..................so very very close, ten minutes from the finish line, I just need another pair of hands..........

anyone??????