Yesterday, the sun was streaming through my sewing room’s windows and for the first time this year, I felt the call to do a bit of dressmaking. My sewing room is the old wash house. We did it up a few years back, but it’s not the cosiest room, so the sun makes all the difference at this time of year.
I cut out a pair of pyjama bottoms for my husband, a couple of weeks ago. Ready for his birthday. I missed the deadline, but only by a few days. He doesn’t mind. My husband is a patient man. Continue reading