No painting this weekend. I ran umpty-million places on Saturday instead. On Sunday I decorated indoors (at Anna’s request). The girls helped,
I’ve got a love/hate relationship with sewing. I love planning, picking fabrics and patterns. I love the magical moment when random shapes of fabric come together and start to look like an object of clothing. I could do without realizing that the recently sewn, reinforced, and trimmed seam needs to be picked back out and redone. Or that a seam puckered. Or that I ironed interfacing on the wrong collar piece. I am completely over every project I sew long before it’s finished. My hope this time is that I apply the learning experiences for dress #1 to dress #2 (the girls are young enough that they enjoy having matching dresses) and I can whip it out smoothly without touching the seam ripper. I wouldn’t bet on it.
There were many nights, particularly close to holidays, that I went to bed with the muffled sounds of the sewing machine plugging away down the hall. The tradition continues.