Everything is on the internet
Remember me saying how hard it was to figure out the piecing for a toy mole (or indeed any soft toy)?
I found an amazing blog which spells it all out bit by bit (that's part 5 of a series I've linked to there, about how to create the 'underbody gusset', which is what I was particularly stuck on, but I read through the whole series last night and feel very confident now. :)
The blog's writer has written this book, which I may well be spending my birthday money on: a bird for the empty wooden cage in our bedroom was one of the sewing projects I was thinking about when I bought the sewing machine.
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Talking of my birthday, Item has been counting down the days, and has expressed sorrow and outrage that I'll be working and she'll be at school. It's true that I do normally like to have a day off, but I'd never take her out of school for it - imagine!
Item managed a double whammy the night before last. She'd come into our bed, as she does most nights these days, and was asleep between us, when she must have done a stretch-like flail of the arms, punching me and The Boy in the eye. I really thought I might have a shiner in the morning. I woke up and told her what she'd done in the morning and The Boy said, "I was just about to say that!"
I found an amazing blog which spells it all out bit by bit (that's part 5 of a series I've linked to there, about how to create the 'underbody gusset', which is what I was particularly stuck on, but I read through the whole series last night and feel very confident now. :)
The blog's writer has written this book, which I may well be spending my birthday money on: a bird for the empty wooden cage in our bedroom was one of the sewing projects I was thinking about when I bought the sewing machine.
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Talking of my birthday, Item has been counting down the days, and has expressed sorrow and outrage that I'll be working and she'll be at school. It's true that I do normally like to have a day off, but I'd never take her out of school for it - imagine!
Item managed a double whammy the night before last. She'd come into our bed, as she does most nights these days, and was asleep between us, when she must have done a stretch-like flail of the arms, punching me and The Boy in the eye. I really thought I might have a shiner in the morning. I woke up and told her what she'd done in the morning and The Boy said, "I was just about to say that!"