A few weeks ago, Ursula had an impressive afternoon nap. The unexpected time to myself - paired with new-mama superwoman endorphins - inspired me to make a skirt. We had two weddings fast approaching, and my nursing-friendly wardrobe options were limited.
I downloaded a cute pattern, washed and dried some stretch chambray I had in my stash. and...she woke up.
I bought a skirt.
Those weddings have come and gone, as has that supernatural surge of energy and, sadly, Ursula's siesta skills. But the pile of uncut fabric still remains.
And I still want to sew.
Yesterday, a serger arrived in the mail.
No more fraying seams. No more fear of knits. Now I just need to convince the kid to nap more. (Or at all. I'll take what I can get at this point.)
Wish me luck!