Waste of Time? or Therapy.

I have had a particularly stressful week at work.  Then there was the Barrister Bookcase Fiasco yesterday.  Today I just had no drive to do anything....I have a list a mile long. Folks are coming on Tuesday and I suppose I should tidy up.  Or at least vacuum.  Instead I sewed.  Guess what I made?
The first one to get it right gets a trip to the Cooperstown Hall of Fame, no expenses paid, but you can stay for free in our little guest apartment for one night.  After that you will have to fix one sewing machine per day for rent........

Then after I sewed, I intended to tidy up the shop.  Instead I got distracted by the 115 on the bench.  It is one filthy little machine.  Before I knew it it was 2:30 and I told myself that I would just get the presser bar out and then do my chores.  Next thing I knew it was 4:30.  The presser bar was out, the feed dogs were out, the hook was off and the handwheel was off.  I just kept going.  Just one more thing.  I finally stopped.  Cleaned up (sort of) and oh one more little thing.  I cleaned off the decal next to the face plate on the front.

Remember what it looked like before?  No?  I will remind you.

 True, the decal has silvered a bit, but at least you can see the detail.

Now, my problem is that I have no idea when I will have time to clean the parts that I have removed, and put them back on.  I did a quick job on the handwheel.  The face plate needs more work and the needle bar and take up lever have a bit of a whisper that makes me think there must be more dirt where I can't reach it.  I have never taken the needle bar out of a machine. I don't think I want to do so on this one.  I have only one 115.  I will venture in where no woman has gone before, if I have another identical machine. 

So, I didn't get the vacuuming done.  But I feel a whole lot less anxious, angry and depressed.  So I don't think this was any waste of time.  It was therapy.