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.
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.
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.