In the interests of maintaining a record of my accomplishments, I want to state that I spend all of last week rummaging through my sewing room and tossing, organizing, and storing all the junk that had accumulated overtime. The room is now so beautiful that I leave the door open just so I can see it. However, I'm almost afraid to go in, because I know I'll mess it up again. Dilemma.
At sewing camp, I made two shirts for The Beard that both need buttons. I need to get in there sometime and get buttonholes and buttons put on the shirts so he can be wearing them. Also so that he will leave me alone about finishing things.