Sickness

We don't usually get sick and if we do, it's mild. NOT THIS time, we were hit with a wrecking ball. Wyatt began our journey Saturday. Then Em on Monday afternoon, in her room and on the sofa. (on the blue sofa I've been wanting to get rid of, thank you Emily!!!) Then me and of course Ash cannot be left out.
I am grateful for the kids speedy recovery. To boot, they were great yesterday in feeding and finding activities to occupy themselves. Mind you the house looked like the Tasmanian devil came for a visit. And to some extent, Lucy was good. I'd still like to find a farm for her to move to. But that's an entry in itself.
Well, here's one for the book, one I hope never happens again! Thanks for the cleanse!

Evolution?

Four months later.. my sewing has evolved quickly like bacteria in a petri dish. Hello, my name is Sarah and I am addicted to sewing. Clap clap clap! Okay, I am not because I have little to NO time to do it. But when I do, what a rush. I am sloppy and hopeful that things will turn out. Even after 6 pillow, I still struggle and wonder if I will manage to get it done... nicely. Grr.
Curve sewing is my nemesis. No matter how many time I lift and shift... it puckers and pinches. Well I have TWO sewing nemesises... the second one is blind stitching. Snaking that damn needle blindly through two tiny piece of fabric... UGRRRR! $%^&*@ Vandu can do it, why can't I. He's a man!
Well, from sock dogs to pillows to aprons and capes, I think I am doing alright. If I had, or made, more time, I would be rocking things out left, right and center... until then, be blind to the blind stitching and be kind to my curves.