Bitten

I am a sewer. I love it. I can start and finish a project in an afternoon, if I've chosen the pattern design wisely.

I also love following patterns. I hate cutting them out, placing them, and then cutting again. But the needle zipping along the fabric is exciting to me.

Directions serve me well and I usually follow them to a "t".

I have sworn I would not sew anything girlie for us until our adoption was complete...with the exception of a little white dress many months ago.

I've been antsi though. Needing to get to the machine and sew something. There's a pile of beautiful fabric waiting for a referral until it will be picked up and transformed into a quilt.

There has also been a many-metered piece of fleece calling my name lately.

So yesterday, pattern-less but needing to do something, I was bitten by the sewing bug.

A friend generously gave me enough of the soft green stuff for two hoodies for my boys with much to spare.

So, I took a deep breath.

Starting cutting freehand.

Hoped for the best.

Spent a few hours at the machine and at the mercy of one small, thin, needle.

And the result - aside from the tangible of two toddler hoodies - was preciously perfect.

Smiles and hugs.

"I don't want to take it off" was more than enough for me.

Why did I wait so long?