....but things reached a desperate point today. I had some time for sewing today, but things had reached SUCH a point that.............I had to clean the sewing room.
I know! And perhaps I should have suggested sitting down first, but it might lessen the shock if I assure you that cleaning the sewing room isn't the same thing as the sewing room really BEING clean. That really would be a shock. But I did put a lot of things away, dusted a great deal, and threw away scraps of fabric, interfacing, and stabilizer. For me, that's huge, because little bits of interfacing or stabilizer are IDEAL for buttonholes and other little projects, but 1.) there's still plenty of scraps around, and 2.) they had cat hair on them.
It all started with this:
Lest you think I gave up easily, I decided to switch projects, and since back in September when I was young and naive, I had cut out a corduroy shirt for me along WITH the jacket-from-hell, I have been moving the pattern pieces around the sewing room for a few months and decided that it might be time to actually sew them together. However, I could only find one of the instruction sheets (out of 4). Alas, there was no hope for it and my cleaning fate was sealed.................
Digging out one's sewing room table is probably a good thing to be doing when such a thing as this