Struggling to find my sewing mojo.

I just reread my posts here, and I have to say...I'm pretty fucking entertaining--if only to myself.

But, I've dropped out of "sewing sight" for quite some time now.  I looked at the date of my last post and realized it was only a few months before my mom would be diagnosed with end-stage terminal cancer.

Here my mom is (right), sitting in her hospital bed that sat in my living room, with her best friend Sharon (left).  The photo was taken after nine long months of battling the cancer and having just entered hospice.  My mom was tired, in pain, and would only live another couple of weeks.

While I cared for her, I sewed nothing.  Sewing was one of my favorite hobbies, and not only did I not have time for it anymore, I also didn't feel like doing it anymore.

In the year following her death, I didn't sew anything either.  I just grieved.  Wait, I think I fixed a zipper for someone, but that's not technically "sewing" as I like to think of it.

It's been a year and a half since my mom died, and I don't have my sewing mojo back yet.  I'm hoping it's around here somewhere, because I got engaged in September 2015 and have committed to sewing my wedding dress in time for an April 2, 2016 wedding.  This terrifies me a little (see the first sentence of this paragraph).

Here's the lovely man who proposed to me, Craig Sauerwalt.  I've even set up a new sewing room after I moved into his house, hoping that this would help the mojo.

So far, I've sewed curtains and hemmed pants.  Not the most inspired work I've ever done, but my foot WAS on the pedal.

I've ordered wedding dress fabrics and a pattern, and I'm ready to go to town.  So, cross your fingers with me that the mojo will come back soon.  It's been too long, and I've had to purchase too many RTW pants.