First off, thank you for being so supportive of Debi - she loves sewing but your responses on this blog have really contributed to her feeling passionate about her hobby. For someone who loves her, it's great to see her find something she truly enjoys, and to see others give her so much encouragement. I'm very proud of her and what she's been able to accomplish, but seeing your feedback increases that a hundredfold. It's been great to witness new connections forming with her fellow seamstresses.
So...this post has been a long time coming. I had originally thought of it on Valentine's Day, when Debi had completed her outfit minutes before we had to walk out and get to the Voodoo Rooms (where we had a table reserved). I thought the whole experience was sort of amusing, hearing the machine upstairs running furiously as the minutes ticked away, calling the restaurant to push our reservation back half an hour, then walking out the door, dressed to the nines, ready for an elegant, relaxing and romantic evening before the sewing machine had had a chance to cool.
I enjoy going up to Debi's sewing room with fresh pot of tea while she's in the "creative trance."
As a bystander, it's wild to walk into someone's work space when they're in the middle of a project.*
in my case, I'm usually met with the chaos of an ironing board covered with various bits of fabric and tissue pinned together,
a million and six strands and fuzzy bits, several teacups filled at varying levels, a minefield of pins camouflaged by bits of faux fur on the carpet, and my beloved seamstress bent over her Singer machine, singing away.
It's great to see her so involved, to help her sort out the snags, to be a part of the satisfaction she feels when it all comes together, and to see her looking fantastic at the end of it all.
This look says it all, for me.
Warm regards,
David
*You should see my space during exams or essay-writing. In fact, here's my space (on a good day).
