I have turned the lounge room into a workshop/ studio while I attempt my first sewing projects in quite a few years. ( Dresses for the girl's formal in 13 days, can you tell the countdown is on?) There are bits of frayed satin all over the floor and pins waiting for unsuspecting feet. I have had to become acquainted with wearing glasses and getting the work done in daylight hours.
I have found out that I press my tongue against my teeth when I concentrate, this is a great technique for exposing previously unknown tooth nerve damage and the pain has driven me to the dentist.
There's nothing like a tight deadline for finding out just what a woman is made of, right?
|one almost down, one to go|