I sort of had a bad day yesterday – which put me in a grouchy mood in the afternoon. Bret was very sweet and took Taylor out for awhile. So I sat myself infront of the sewing machine and started working on my new jacket.
I interfaced all the pieces, serged all the raw edges of the fabric (since this jacket is unlined, I want it to look pretty if I take it off), and attached the front piece to the side front. By the time they came home, I was in a much better mood – sewing is so therapeutic! Even the drudgery of adding interfacing was enjoyable.
So, who else finds sewing therapeutic?