Had to buy fabric for a procession and I ended up with one that frays to billy-o. I'm at the sewing machine. Me. Who hasn't touched one in years. But turns out it is like riding a bike. I filled a bobbin like a pro!
Hours of work for minutes of use. These are the stresses that have the potential to push me over the anxiety edge.
Just two and a half more days - then I can pick up the pieces and start to make them whole again.