My sewing machine is in the shop for a week and wasn’t working for several days before that. I took it apart when a needle got jammed inside and somehow it didn’t get back together quite perfectly… err. I feel sort of naked without it, especially as I have a corduroy Sunday Brunch jacket all cut out and ready to sew, and a pajama pattern coming the mail, and we are moving in a month and I don’t know where to and in all likelihood we will living temporarily in a furnished rental where they may be no room for craft supplies. I am not stressed. I am not stressed. I am not stressed.
Since my own sewing is at a bit of a standstill, I thought I’d share this bit of knitting done by grandmother thirty-some years ago for my younger brother. Isn’t it darling with the little ducks? It is being worn again by my brother’s young son and suits him very nicely.