This weekend allowed for time to sew both Saturday and Sunday afternoon. I was in heaven. I rummaged through a giant box of fabric I’ve hauled around for several years to find a patchwork project I’d started in New Jersey, when my machine broke. Thankfully, there is a great repair shop in Chandler and my sewing machine is back in order. (By “great” repair shop, I mean they do good work. Their repair dude knows his way around a sewing machine and I have had machines repaired there a couple times over the years. Otherwise, this is the typical crabby old lady fabric and sewing shop that makes me want to scream. They aren’t kind. They aren’t even polite. The antitheses of, say, Fancy Tiger.)
Stepping off my Yelp soapbox for a moment: the weekend was the perfect time to finish up those patchwork purses:
Also, I bought some of this vegetable fabric at Ikea a while back. I also, coincidentally, gave their vegetable book to my favorite 4 year old for Christmas. I figured she may need a vegetable pillow case to go with that book, especially one trimmed with “peas:”
Love that munchkin. And, of course, the not-so-subtle promotion of public health messages, like, “eat your veggies!”
Sew on, friends,
K