Check this out....all you stitchy people!! Is this not a thing of beauty? I have been struggling with my mother's old Frister-Rossman coughing and smokin' all over the place...and then I remembered that deep in the bowels of our loft was an ancient machine that I picked up in a charity shop nearly a decade ago (long before the idea to stitch had even orbited my planet) So after some sweet talking I persuaded my man to heave it down - it is heavier than a heavy thing - and there it sat, winking at me all yesterday afternoon.That evening the very wonderful Mr. Kevin Barton threaded it up for me (thank goodness he knows what he's doing....) and off I sped, full throttle on an old tea towell, wahaaaay! Oh, my happy heart, the possibilities.....
Only a small story I know, but a big event in my life - I've always known that there has been a stitcher in me somewhere fighting to get out. So where do I start? Paper I think....
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