Spring Break has arrived in Texas, and I’m exhausted. With four little hooligans running around the house, there’s been very little sewing. A lot of juice boxes, quick quesadillas and popsicles, but very few moments at the sewing machine. But I did find time to get the binding on this little quilt.
I finished it five minutes at a time. Literally. But I often work in stolen moments, so that’s not really anything new. There’s something delicious about sneaking away to do something forbidden. Even if it is just binding a quilt.
I can’t wait to wash and dry it to see how it crinkles and softens.
I’ve enjoyed working on the long arm machine in my local shop, The Cotton Cupboard, so much, that I’ve made a huge decision.
I’m buying my own longarm and expanding my workspace!
For my friends and family who might be reading this blog, here’s a picture of the new addition to our family.
See, I’m not messing around. This is serious. In fact, it’s such a big deal, we’ll be having some kind of commitment ceremony when it arrives. Sage burning, vows, I don’t know exactly, but we are going to do it right.
Since every member of my family is already covered in bits of thread, I figured I might as well stop trying to contain this hobby. I’m busting out of my little corner craft room off the kitchen and moving upstairs to the playroom. I promised the kids I will share it with them. As long as they don’t swing from my new longarm machine like they’re training for the summer olympics.
Sweet Dreams everyone.