I am a lucky duck to have a separate room for my studio. I claimed one corner of it for a permanent sewing station. Here is my trusty sewing machine from the 1950’s. It doesn’t do any sexy stitches. We go forwards, backwards and zig zag. (Sort of like a well-lived life.) I’ve been spending the past week fixing up the clothes I already own – shortening hems, repairing and adding zippy little touches. Mending stuff feels darn good.
My Loyal Sewing Machine