My poor old sewing machine has been a bit neglected of late. Lying patiently under the bed, it's just been waiting for me to return to it. I've been very wrapped up in my shiny new friend, crochet, but really, sewing is still like the old pair of comfy slippers I return to again and again.
The floors are still mucky, but you know, I smile every time I walk into the dining room.
Work on the springtime throw is coming on a-pace:
Baby Nut's not fully got to grips with the finer details yet! x