Delivered!

My watch telling me it's effing cold out.

My watch does this nifty thing where it tells me the temperature. I look at it to tell me how much I'll be complaining about how cold it is every day. So when I checked the tracking on my anxiously-awaited package of thread and saw this....

Delivered!

I decided to completely disregard the temperature and yanked on my shoes to run outside and check the letterbox. My partner's mother was leaning over the countertop to see what all the ruckus was when I came back inside triumphantly.

Thread! L-R: Bockens 60/2 linen in red (475), half-bleached, blue (135),
another half-bleached, and green (4060)

Of course, I had to show off my spoils.

I haven't yet told her what today's agenda involves, though. I have to go "down the den" to get Matilda, her dress dummy, and my luggage for Inter-College War. I'm at the point in my grey wool cote where I'm sewing the shoulders together, which means I need Matilda's help to pin together seams.

But wait! I haven't told you what I did yesterday! I spent most of the day sitting on my bed, sewing and watching documentaries. I really do love documentaries, they're my favorite. I have a whole listfull on Netflix, just begging to be worked through. So I started up The Royal House of Windsor and got a-sewing.

I sewed, and sewed, and sewed. I pinned, and re-pinned, and re-re-pinned. Since I'm lining the cote with silk satin, I have to pin the two fabrics together within an inch of their respective lives. Satin is so very slippery. By the time I finished lining the front body and was able to remove all the pins except those holding the fabrics together at the shoulders, my pincushion looked like a hedgehog. I have stabbed myself too many times to count. The blood gods better be happy.