Here's a chore that I do a couple times of year (or I used to, anyway): cleaning out the scraps bag I keep in the sewing room. This time it's overflowing because I've been procrastinating, and there's literally no room left in it for anything else. Pulling out all the scraps and sorting them is like a trip back through time; I get to see snips and trimmings from all my projects. As I did I began seeing scraps from projects I did last year, and checked my journal. Sure enough, I haven't cleaned out the scrap bag since September 2025 . This also made me realize how little I've been sewing over the last 13 months. Back to the sort. I do save all the batting scraps in a big bag which I raid for smaller projects. The tiniest scraps of fabric, all of which are unsuitable for reuse, went into my thread catcher bag, which holds the snips of yarn from my crochet, too. I call this shoddy, and I want to find a way to reuse it, even if it's as stuffi...
I have a bunch of scraps leftover from making my October tote for my calendar project. I have zero ambition to start quilting anything by machine. Time for a mug rug, I thought. I have an entire box of mug rugs. I make them whenever I feel blue. It's a tiny project that I can accomplish in an hour or two (yes, I'm that slow now.) I like using them in the sewing room and my home office. Deciding to make this one made me happy in a sad way. I have no Halloween mug rugs. Will I even be able to hold a needle by next October? I hate my arthritis. I let go of all the noise in my head. I sewed the front and back on the machine, batted it, and hand stitched the rest. I didn't think about next October, Halloween or anything, really. I just stitched. Slowly, painfully at times (my fingers are still sore from making the tote) but steadily. I found a couple of hours of mindless bliss in making this little mug rug. I love how it looks. It completely changed my mood a...