In a last ditch effort to have some time to myself, nurture my heart, and find my sewjo, I hooked up with a dear friend and had an afternoon of childless sewing.
Let me set the scene.
An abandoned dining room, now permanently set up with:
Sewing machine and overlocker.
SIX large plastic storage boxes of fabrics.
TWO large plastic storage boxes of patterns.
MORE of both in the spare wardrobe.
Bottomless cups of tea.
Sliding Doors on in the background (mmm, John Hannah).

Table for cutting patterns.
Ironing station for pressing seams.
NO kids to disturb.
Magnificent cantaloupe/rockmelon (depending in which side of the Murray you grew up on).
Sushi train for dinner, (no rice paper rolls...)
Mamma Mia at the movies for dessert (yes, I went back for seconds).

Beautiful day.
Results:
One top cut out (me, the Simplicity 3835 that's all the rage ATM)
Two tops from start to finish (her)
One pair of pants cut and sewed (me)
One bib (me, for a friend's recent TWELVE POUND fourth child!)
Four items mended (us)
And the best night's sleep in ages.
Thanks K for a soulful day.
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