My birthday was a pretty unspectacular: I got up, went to work, came home, drove about 100 miles to pick my son up at his grandparents, ate dinner in a small town diner, drove back home and fell into bed. Still there were a lot of nice moments that made for a good day--and one high point. When I got home from work, I was in a hurry when I found a package on the porch from an unfamiliar address in Texas and just ripped it open not remembering that I had signed up for the Summer Sewing Swap organized by Kestrel.
Goodies! It was a kind of birthday fiber festival that only a sewing sister could have put together.
Yup, there are three gorgeous skeins of yarn, enough embroidered fabric to make something exciting, a much needed zipper (because I hate having to go out an buy them), a Jalie pattern and a little surprise.
Thanks Shawnta! Not only do you look amazing in the Thurlow shorts you just made, but you gave me the biggest grin of the day.
Lookie, there is even a sweet Texas-themed thimble!
A couple days later we were on vacation and had some time to really celebrate. My birthday demands are small but challenging to excute. I must have a genoise cake with whipped cream and berries. My husband came through again.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Happiness.
P.S. I is alive and sewing just taking a bit of a break from blogopolis. It seems to be a bit of an epidemic this summer.
