A friend and I are taking a six-week beginning sewing class at Crimson Tate. The first week we made a pin cushion (think square bean bag filled with crushed walnut shells). Last week we worked on a fancy pillowcase.
My mother-in-law is a delightful person, plus she provided half the genes for my very favorite person. For these reasons and others, she deserves fancy pillowcases for Christmas. I worked on hers this weekend.
I wonder how many fancy pillowcases I need to make before it feels less stressful than disarming a bomb.
The answer is more than four.
Tomorrow there's a rumor we're going to work on zippers. Like Little Red Riding Hood, I'm excited and scared.