Sunday, June 17, 2012
By this time, I'd picked the waistband out at least four times. I wanted to scream, throw my sewing machine off a bridge, and punch a bear in the face.
Between this and my utterly disastrous attempt at a berry tart yesterday, this weekend is the opposite of domestic bliss.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
It's a cute, cuddly problem, but I have three skirts downstairs in various states of creation. A weekend wherein I'm not the primary bun-sitter would be nice.