This post is all about why the 1929 dress took so long to complete. If you enjoy other peoples’ misery, this is the post for you. If you just want to look at the new dress, look at the post after this one.
Where even to begin. Not only was this project difficult all on its own, it was magnitudes harder than I thought it would be when I started months ago. I don’t feel triumphant, I don’t feel as though I have bested a formidable enemy, I feel that I’ve only just escaped with my life if not my pride.
By way of making excuses, I was laboring under a pretty severe handicap. In the middle of making this dress, I had to quit drinking coffee. To some of you, that phrase strikes fear into your heart, others are probably rolling their eyes at me. I won’t go into all the details, but I want to give you an idea of how difficult it was for me to adjust to this change.
I have maintained a two-fisted coffee drinking habit for ten years. My very first job was working nights at McDonald’s. It did not take long for me to become wholly dependant on iced coffee to make it through my shifts. Since then, I have only worked in coffee shops, or places where coffee was free-flowing. To this day, my job is coffee-centric. Trouble started at the beginning of this year and escalated to the point that I could not ignore my body begging me to stop drinking coffee.
The first week was brutal. Just ask my poor husband about the moodiness. I have to be at work by 4:30 a.m. and let me tell you, getting up that early and getting through a busy morning without coffee is torturous. I didn’t know it was possible to be that tired. I would come home from work and just sleep for the first three days. Then the munchies hit! My only explanation is that my brain was desperate for any kind of stimulant to take the place of the missing caffeine. I ended up latching onto dark chocolate with sea salt. It’s not a cup of joe, but it got me through the dark parts. The munchies came and went, but the exhaustion lingered. When it finally lifted, I found that my attention span was shattered. Only recently have I been able to sit and focus on anything for longer than two minutes.
I still want coffee, I love everything about it. But if I’m being honest with myself, I do feel a lot better without it. I sleep better, my anxiety is lessened, I can focus without feeling jittery now. I am allowed one cup of green tea per day, and I don’t know if I’ll ever learn to love it. It is mighty weak sauce compared to what I’m used to, but I think I’m feeling better than I ever did before, and I think that’s worth it.