I'm having a very rare case of "One of those
kind of days," and not able to engage in some sewing therapy; at least not until the little monsters (ahem, I mean my kind, sweet children) have gone to bed.
I am reminded of those Calgon commercials where the stressed out woman says, "Calgon, take me away..." and suddenly she is surrounded by a bath full of bubbles and is simmering her cares away. Only in my case, I would be entreating to the sewing gods and would find myself alone in my sewing room, with soothing, color-coordinated bolts of fabric around me, stitching away my stress.
They don't happen too often, and I complain about them even less, but sometimes, those darn days just find me no matter how fast I move. And when they do, ahhhhhh how I wish I could take solace in some thread and fabric.
Not sure if it is necessarily less expensive than therapy, but hey, at least when I am done I have something to snuggle under - try THAT with a psychiatrist! Haha!!