Several months and multiple gentle reminders later, Cartoonist Husband took Ms. Z out toddler shoe shopping (kid outgrows her shoes every three months!) so I could get back in touch with my sewing self.
It was not a happy reunion. I spent hours cursing over the curtains, wrestling them over the ironing board and cutting table and sewing machine, measuring and remeasuring, trying to get them just so. Minutes before my little family returned, I finally had them perfectly pressed and evenly top-stitched. Masheka began to hang them up, I began to bask in the satisfaction of a job well done...
Until I realized they were ten inches too long. AWESOME CAREFUL MEASURING JOB MIKHAELA.
But it did remind me of a few things. Like: I hate wrestling with fabric. I hate pressing and steaming and anything involving the iron.
And I love sewing.
Next post: my four projects suddenly in progress. (None of which are the too-long curtains, which I'm just leaving that way for now.)