A day as I have had in the sewing studio couldn’t be planned at any time, any day. Megan texted and asked how much fabric was left when she had done Nicholas’ comforter when she visited over Thanksgiving. That headed me to the sewing studio with tape measure in hand. Many “What if” . . . “How about” ideas ensued.
It is the end of the day and Megan and I nailed it via text messages. I don’t know about how much data it entailed in texting and responding to photos. I do know that there is not any Harry Potter fabric left to speak of and Nicholas will be having a pillow case for his regular sized bed pillow and will also be having a throw pillow. I will need to get an actual 18″ x 18″ pillow for the day’s work to shine. That throw pillow has more pieces spliced together than I had cups of coffee today and . . . that is a whole bunch.
The last photo I texted to Megan today had the “P.S. . . . I will get that spot of blood out of the fabric before the end of the day.” It cracked her up when I texted that I had literally spilled blood, sweat and tears on his impromptu project for Christmas. Talk about a fun day with this young gal that I cherish. How could this Grammie have been so fortunate to have a granddaughter that Dennis and I have grown up with and learned so much from. Absolutely Priceless! I closed down the sewing studio with a song in my heart. I want more of days such as this. I will contend with many less than great moments in my aging life, if I may have more of “this!”