Good gawd!

Okay, let's see. I sew. All kinds of things. I can cut hair (men's and women's, although I prefer to cut women's). I can also color hair and do highlights.
In the past couple of days I have cut Marissa's hair, cut my sister's hair, cut Bryan's hair, sewed two pairs of pants for my mom (in addition to my biz sewing) and today I'm scheduled to highlight my sister's hair.
I generally LOVE doing things for other people. I usually get something out of it, either a feeling of satisfaction, gratitude on the recipient's part. Ya know.
But my mom, OH. GOOD. LORD. The woman thinks I'm her personal sweatshop, and that my fabric stash is subject to her whims. After I made her two (yes, TWO) pair of silky capri pyjama pants, the ungrateful wretch turns to my sister and says, "Do you want her to make you a pair, too?" Like I'm not standing right there, like I don't speak English, like I have NOTHING better to do than sit around all damn day and sew for you, evil demon woman.
I almost, *almost* knocked her down. Again. I mean, it's one thing to get down on your knees and grovel and beg and be at my mercy, but it's a whole different thing to pimp me out.
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See, I like the whole make your own stuff thing, but I often find sewing really tedious. As a pre-wedding self-gift/shopping therapy session, I spent about $200 on patterns, material and notions but I'm afraid to start on one of the projects (which range from as small as a sunhat, to intricate like a purse and large like a tiered skirt - and lastly, a pair of what are essentially pj style wide legged pants).
Of course, this week I have my niece living with me so it's not a good time to start a project with lots of stuff strewn about the kitchen, but I'm having some sort of anxiety thing about starting.
Your thoughts Daph?