Experiencing the Real

The line between art and life can be non-existent at times.  With this project I am quickly beginning to realize how intensely my work can infiltrate my daily activities.  Even when I'm not working on a handkerchief, I am thinking about the next time I can pick up a needle and continue where I left off.  The problem arises when this activity sequesters me away from the real world and real people.  How much have I missed out on while working on these objects?  How much of life will pass me by in the next year?