I'm not a huge believer in New Year's resolutions, but I had an epiphany this week while rummaging through my sewing room. Which, unfortunately, is mostly closed these days, both because we have cats (and I don't want them stepping on or eating pins and random bits of thread) and because I just haven't had time to work on anything. (Okay, and because my sewing room also becomes the Christmas room in December -- the place where I stash presents, wrapping paper, empty Amazon boxes, etc. And it's a small room -- the size of a walk-in closet -- so it's not really fun to sew in there with all that stuff. The downside of having a small house, I guess.) So I was cleaning out the Christmas stuff and finding all this nifty fabric I'd forgotten about (look, green-and-black-striped sweater knit! Glazed linen! Ultrasuede!) and wishing I could instantly transmogrify it into wearable garments and going WHY CAN'T I JUST SEW ALREADY and I DON'T HAVE TIME TO TRAC...