Y’all (that’s for all my Texas family) know that my life is perfect, right? My kids are perfect, my meals are perfectly nutritious, my dog is perfect, my laundry room is perfect, my sewing room is spotlessly perfect, and My Hero is perfect (he’s darn close!). Yeah, my life is perfect.
Who’s crap sewing room is that? Certainly not mine. (Have I mentioned that I love Zappos?)
There’s a cutting table under there? And yes, I’m fully aware that the wallpapering still isn’t done, thankyouverymuch!
Am I going to show you an after photo? No! It looks pretty good, but I decided that I’m going for good enough. Not perfection. I just want to sew, for pete sake. Remember, my word for the year is contentment, not perfection.
Why is there an elephant sitting at my Bernina?