The Post in Which I Thank You and Drummer Cleans the Window

I really wasn't fishing for compliments when I asked you to leave a comment for the serger giveaway.  Honestly.  But, boy, your flattery sure made me feel loved, and that I want to keep doing this blogging thing.  I told Ryan that I'm heading straight to that post when I'm feeling unmotivated, a bit of a cheer-me-up.  He said, after reading some of the comments, Katy, I can't believe you even have your own acronym!  You're amazing!  So, thank you for all the honey sweet words you sent my way.  Even if it was for a chance to win a serger.  I will believe you are altruistic.

Emma will be pressing the pedal to the metal with the DreamStitcher 787.  

Congratulations, Emma.

And with that, we close chapter 3 of Once Upon a Thread.  Thank you to all my guests, generously sharing your ideas and talents.  Thank you to those who played along and shared photos in the OUT Flickr group.  It kind of makes me giddy to see you being inspired as well.  Keep up the great projects.  It's been delightful, inspirational, amusing, lots of work (not just me), and just plain fun.

Meanwhile, I'm feeling ready to create after organizing and moving my fabric into my sewing studio.  

It's been residing in my closet, which also acts as Drummer's place of slumber, so a rather inconvenient location when he's asleep and I'm itching to get some sewing done.

It was one of those projects that I lament not taking a before picture, but I just dove right in, madly purging and organizing, that there was no time to interrupt the energy that was flowing.  Ask Ryan, if you interrupt me, chances are I will lose steam or forget what I was doing (or saying).  I need a sign (or a necklace?) around my neck DO NOT INTERRUPT.

I might be embarrassed about how much fabric I have, but I got rid of some, and most pieces I can tell you the story of how they were acquired, so it was fun to go through.  I also might share a picture if you won't judge. 

I won't bore you with acquisition details unless you want to come over and we'll sip frothed chocolate milk and eat some of Ryan's coconut/raisin/nut/something else cookies, while we sit on my orange rug tiles, running our fingers over wefts and weaves.  In which case, I would totally indulge you.

And!  Can you believe, these photos were taken while I was working on Pearl's Dress With a Hole dress, and now he's got 6 of the cutest little chompers?!  Love those chubby hands pressed against the window.  Yes.  We have a window inside our house.  It's so I can see every mischievous act that goes on and decide whether or not I want to interfere.  Sometimes I'll just knock on the window, shake my head, and point.  Or sometimes we use it as a drive-through, ordering snacks.

Hemmed.

Threads clipped.

Pressed. 

Buttoned Up.

The End.