Oh, such optimism I had, way back here when I showed off a bunch of purse patterns, and promised finished purses to come. Where are the finished purses? Unfortunately, they exist only in my head.
Here’s what happened (as Monk says). While preparing to cut fabric for a project, I went to pick up a rotary-cutting ruler from my splintery floor. In the process, I drove not one, but two slivers under my fingernails. Which was not really a career-ending injury, but it did immediately lead to one of those I-have-just-had-it moments (amidst all the OW, OW, OWs), and lo! Another UFO was born.
Because I have not touched that project since. Or any other sewing project. I’m sure that I’ll stop sulking one of these days, and the sewing will recommence. I still like the idea of sewing, and as evidence…here is my haul from a few days ago, from the best estate sale ever.
