It had been 8 days since I had touched my machine, and I was starting to twitch a little. I was in the basement and I was so close to it. I was supposed to be doing laundry while my husband re-arranged his library... but I couldn't focus on folding clothes when she was calling to me. I missed her too. But I didn't have anything I could pick up at a moments notice available... sigh.
I went upstairs to get something out of my bag and sighed at I pushed the ugly torn blue plastic checkbook out of my way, mentally reminding myself to dig through the mess downstairs for that extra plastic one I had seen floating about...
But wait! Who wants plain, navy, tear-able plastic when they could have fabulous, ruffled, flowers and dots??? Inspiration! I rummaged through my fabric pile pulled out some scraps and went to town. It felt good to be sewing again, it felt right. :)
15 mins later I had this little baby: