Is it week two of 'The Chronicles of PottyMouthMama's Sewing'? I can't remember and I can't be bothered to trawl through the back issues, so let's call it two (or you can just call me bone-lazy), shall we?
So here it is. The top I've been working on for the past two hundred years. Since I sailed in on the tall ships. Ok. Not quite. But it feels this way. For a 'very easy' pattern, for me, it's particularly 'un-easy'. I can hmph and pmph around the house all I like, but at least my sewing teacher has told me I'll be done and dusted next week. Roll on new project!

My sewing class is largely made up of middle-aged women (not that there's anything wrong with that). Making cushions and curtains. They have sewing skill. I have nil. In fact, everyone in the class is working on something totally random, whatever they want. It's a little frustrating because I seem to spend half the class waiting for help on the next bit. This week, I spent most of my time waiting for help with the darn bobbin. Every week, it's always about the bobbin. It intimidates me. That small yet integral circle thing. It's tricky.
