My mother in law bought me a sewing machine for Christmas.
This was an excellent gift, given my penchant for fancying myself a creator of cool things.
I left it in the box for at least three or four days after Christmas, because to be honest….I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do or how to do it.
I got over that. I am my father’s daughter, after all, and no machine was getting the better of me.
So I have pieced together a few squares for a quilt, and perhaps one day I’ll finish it – I would love to be able to sleep without being accused of stealing covers (Steen, I’m looking at you).