I took my Brother sewing maching into the shop for a tuneup & overhaul. Now I feel like my right arm is missing. Boohoo, so much fabric and nothing I can do until next weekend. My granddaughter wants a twirly, unicorn skirt. I almost bought some unicorn fabric online, but forgot my wallet this morning.
This aging thing is the pits. And being busy, busy, busy makes it worse.
But my son took a photo of me and the angels last weekend. I look goofy but the kids are gorgeous, so I'll post it here. Especially for my big brother Wild Willy. Hi, guy.
She eats like a bird, He eats like a little horse, like his Dad.
I love them to bits. I could even live without a sewing machine if I had them.