In the past few days, Ian has been finding faces in inanimate objects. For example, yesterday he spotted a smiley face in front windshield and grill of a little yellow scooter. He's got a very active imagination, that boy. However, I think he might be rubbing off on me, because this morning I saw my sewing machine giving me a very mournful look.
I brought my sewing machine up from it's basement resting place because I had several mending projects that needed attention, as well as some ideas rattling around in my head to make some little bags and pouches using scraps. But first a day, then several days, and then a whole week passed without me taking the cover off of the machine. I think it felt betrayed.
When naptime arrived, I couldn't stand the guilt any longer, so I pulled out the machine and got to work.
Change the hem on this pair of shorts that just never looked right.
Turn my favorite pair of jeans into (hopefully) my favorite pair of shorts.
I also fixed a dart that came undone in a skirt, but I didn't take a picture of that. I dislike making darts in the first place, so remaking it was not a pleasant 10 minutes.
I think my sewing machine is smiling again - but you'll have to check with Ian.