I’ve been indulging these last few days and sewing up a storm. Locking myself away in my studio with a glass of wine (or two) and some creative ideas seems to be the way to soothe my tired, frustrated self.

And so, the results:

This afternoon I crafted a table runner out of some old blocks from a quilt I’ve got kicking around in my room. Nothing else to do with scraps but use them up. It was also a chance to figure out what sort of calibre of quilting my new sewing machine can kick out, since it’s never been used for that purpose until today.

I have no idea what I’m going to use it for – probably relegated to the ‘christmas gift/emergency gift’ pile.

On Wednesday, I started pattening out a messenger bag that’s a bit nicer than my standard MEC-industrial edition (not that I don’t love that one, but sometimes a girl needs to break out of the nylon and into some pink. It turned out ok – though I need to get a better stabilizer, and the next version will be out of quilted corduruoy.

it took a bit of cajoling, and she’s really been home since thursday, but she’s back in one piece, minus the rattle and that oh-my-god-so-dull E string.

My room feels empty when she’s not around.

I am sick. And sitting on the floor in my room typing away madly. I am missing mocha (my poor caged up grumpy kitty. I hope she’s in a better mood tomorrow), and missing ben (he has pneumonia. Just out of the blue. How weird is that?). I want to play my bass but my roommate is snoozing and though my heart is into it, my hands aren’t.

So, I’m off to bed. Happy weekend, folks.