All through the winter, I have been sewing. The cockpit cusions and the sofa has had some cosmetic surgery. Executed by me and a little sewingmachine from IKEA, that i borrowed from my mom.
It took some time, bloody fingers and a lot of sweettalking to the sewingmachine. The job was almost done! That’s when the machine decided to let me know: hey lady, I’m not made for this stuff!!!
But I must say, I’m happy with the job that did get done!
The most demanding aspect of this job, was the constant search and rescue mission, to locate the needles, that always went rouge on me!!!
I dedicate this post to my mom’s sewingmachine, and I worry about, that even when your kids are over 30, they still brake your stuff!