I spent most of the day farting about in the sewing room. I took a photo of my basket collection but didn’t think to get rid of the ugly doormat or half-dead geranium.
I used a dud knight as my pincushion because I couldn’t find my real (and enormous) pincushion. He isn’t even sewn closed.
I finished a monkey and thought about walking to the park to style him in a tree.
I swore a lot at inanimate objects like the empty bobbin and the lost pincushion and the fabric that was a bee’s whisker too small.
and then I walked the dog.