So as you will perhaps recall, last October I made my son a Halloween costume and put my sewing machine away. In February, when my MIL came to visit, she wanted to enact some repairs on some of our quilts, so my husband got the sewing machine out, and… …half of the base of the sewing machine had disappeared. The extension table/storage box part, you know? That fits around the needle plate/bobbin holder? It was gone. Inexplicably gone. My sewing machine is only ever in one of two places: inside…
..I have far less excuse to not sew. I mean, yes, time and all that, but honestly, it’s not that I don’t have time, it’s that I spend A GREAT DEAL of my not-working time fucking about on the internet to no good purpose. And as I keep mumbling about, I do have ambitions to be doing stuff that will cause me to NOT fuck about on the internet (and i’m getting better about it! I genuinely am!), but a thing I learned doing four days of all-consuming sewing is…
A bit late to be sharing, but my son wanted to be a Fortnite-inspired Doctor Doom for Halloween, and I spent more or less every waking moment for a week working on that costume in one way or another. First, a concept drawing: The fabric available in town was olive green so I did the concept in olive and darker green trim, but Indy wanted gold trim, which was going to look terrible with the olive, so I went to Dublin to search for a darker green fabric, and came…
We had a family barbeque on Saturday, which was lovely. (BBQ for, not of, the family, for the pedantic among you.) Ted even made baked beans, which om nom nom. :) I failed a third time to make decent ice cream, which is really pissing me off. I pride myself on my ability to make dessert, but custards are apparently not my strong suit. I have been given a non-custard recipe that Fred and Bryant swear by, so I guess I’ll have to try that. *sigh* Yesterday I went to…