My mom bought me a sewing machine. Out of the blue (well, not entirely. I know I've been talking about sewing a lot.).
It came last weekend, and I've been contemplating what I should sew first. The chair fabric? A pillow cover? I found some cheap remnant burlap at the fabric store, and decided to christen the sewing machine with some lined bags. I would have made another one, but I didn't get that much burlap.
The sewing machine works great! Very smooth. And it threads the needle itself.
I think that sentence deserves an exclamation point. I don't know if a period carries the depth of significance and excitement I feel. And it threads the needle itself! or even And it threads the needle itself!
The bags are now in my kitchen. They take up some of my limited counter space, but they do it with such style.
I love weekends because I have time to make breakfast, and I love breakfast. Moments after posing sweetly for my pictures, those oranges became juice.
And I also made banana nut muffins.
That's Miles in the background, staring intently out the window. That's one of his favorite hobbies these days.