Readers, I don't want to be overly dramatic. But: I had a sewing meltdown today. I've been working on a skirt from a vintage Vogue Couturier pattern, and it was poised to be fabulous. Black boucle, high waist, back pleats, the whole deal. Except I somehow made it about two inches too small in the waist. And serged off the seam allowances. I actually broke the zipper trying it on. So I did what any of us would do - I flopped down dramatically on the bed and started crying.
Jeff gave me an excellent pep talk about creativity and art, and taking a break from the whole process. (He's a novelist so he understands these things.) And then little Henry came padding up, put his head down on my chest and collapsed sweetly into my arms, resulting in the photo above. (This is what a no makeup day looks like, in case you were curious.) Aren't my boys the sweetest?
So, as you might have gathered . . . I'm in a bad place, sewing-wise. I'm going to take the rest of the day to recuperate. I hope you all are having a better time of it than me! And, if not, don't be afraid to have a little cry and then relax a bit. There's always tomorrow, right?