I found myself with extra time to sew this weekend. I was supposed to work Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and have Wednesday and Thursday off. However, shit happens and as it turned out I developed a sore throat Saturday evening after dinner.

With covid at the forefront of everyone’s minds right now, and after a terrible night’s sleep, I texted my boss Sunday morning and told her I thought I shouldn’t go to work and that I would get a test that day. That meant lots of sewing time, and knitting and Netflix too (I completed the yoke of Turtle Dove and divided for sleeves and body).

The test result came back this morning – negative, thankfully – by which time the other assistant manager had been asked to fill in for me today. So more sewing time was had, as well as a bit of housework and some menu planning for the week. I baked lasagna and chocolate chip cookies to keep the family’s tummies happy.

And this is what I made…

I know exactly who the pincushion is for. The other things I have made/am making are being piled up in my sewing room at the moment. I am just enjoying the creation of them and looking forward to deciding who to give them to.

Mr Fixit and ds3 went out yesterday and bought a tree and we have set it up and decorated it with a red theme and strung lights everywhere. I think we are in the same frame of mind as our neighbours – make more of an effort with Christmas/Solstice/Yule this December because it’s been such a blah sort of year. Get the tree up early, brighten the place up with more fairy lights, bake more goodies. We are fortunate in that the five of us live under the same roof and Christmas will be very similar to previous years because the rest of our family lives so far away that it’s almost always just been us. We only travelled to visit them on the other side of the Atlantic one Christmas, and we surprised them all. That was 1999. The kids were aged between 1 and 7 and we had a great time. Mr Fixit’s parents, who used to come over quite a lot, usually visited in the spring or fall for the least extreme weather, but they did come one Christmas and the funny thing was that it wasn’t a white Christmas in the valley. We had to drive up to the ski resort for some snow.

Have a happy and bright day!