So… yes, I’m still alive. It’s been a while, to say the least, and I’m not even sure where to start. Summer passed in a millisecond and now, suddenly, we’re into late autumn and the first snows have already fallen.

I’ve had a lot of ups and downs, and I’m not sure I have the spoons to get into everything I’ve had to get through to make it to this point. Maybe all I’ll say is that things are good, now. Stable and warm and okay. I’m as healthy as a chronically-ill person can expect to be, and things are on an even keel.

I have to share, though, that I lost my beloved Parker cat at the end of June to kidney disease. I’d been expecting him to live for so many more years that it’s been really hard to get used to life without him. The rest of the cats are healthy and I love them to the moon and back, but Parker was such a special boy with a huge personality, and there’s a space where he used to be.

I’ve been sewing all this time. It’s been a bit of a challenge recently because my body size has been changing, and I’m not as confident in my fitting adjustments as usual. I also find myself a little unwilling to cut into favourite fabrics, because what if my makes don’t fit in a few weeks?

My Instagram has been more active than this blog, for certain, but I’ve been procrastinating with photos of new makes because it’s flippin’ cold outside and I’m losing the desire to freeze even long enough for photos. I’m not sure what I’m going to do this winter, because indoor photos never look nice enough for me.

Enough rambling, I think. Time to sew.