I’m calling this a challenge because challenges of any sort seem to be ‘in’ and because the idea of “challenged” to do anything just carries a mystique and seems to result in compulsion to perform!
It’s a perfect sunny day here on the west coast but compulsion has me in the workshop getting ready to cut out my new clothes.
The purchased fabrics are all washed and I have gathered the related notions and threads. I have to select patterns and begin some cutting.
I have a large…..huge!….stash of patterns. The collection if measured in linear feet with the patterns stacked like books on a shelf it is a bit more than 35 feet. I managed to drastically purge the pattern file a few years ago but clearly further editing is required. Some of these patterns go back to the beginning of my sewing days..(the 70’s) and many are patterns…
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