It was not the apocalypse. The orange had past.
But it still feels like the end is coming.
I read the instructions to the best of my ability.
The information is tricky to say the least.
And took hours to get working.
However the rolled hem is pretty.
I have some of the best friends in the world.
When I turn up at their house they can do just the right level of looking after. Enough distraction so you don’t have to think. Time to talk but not to dwell. And yummy dinner.
Thank you, you are amazing.
Bake off and sewing was apparently what was needed to remain a coherent human being.
I have a finished dress with pleats and everything.
I hate October.
And the cat just sticks his tongue out at you.
In which box pleats were started, Thai green curry became cheesy spinachy leeky yum, and a very brave person became my saviour.
I had previously given her responsibilities that she had rejected, but she was able to remove the spider family.
In which either things got harder or my brain got stupider with the snot.
Sometimes it’s hard to know how the sad, snot, sick and stupid are linked. Cause or effect?
A friend of a friend needed sewing…
Random up cycling and quality stuff.