So. I was sewing merrily along, minding my own business, and suddenly a piece of the sewing machine flew off and hit me in the head! Surely that's a sign. But a sign of what, I ask. A sign that I should stop sewing and go to bed? Perhaps. A sign that I should get my machine repaired or even serviced? Naah. A sign that I need a new machine? Ding Ding Ding! Exactly! That's it!
No really, she's been a dear, and I'm quite grateful for all she's done. But the poor girl is toasted, man. Overworked. And seriously underpaid. No one could have expected her to last this long. She's worked through sails, paper, and let's face it, HUNDREDS of handbags. It's time to think about our goodbyes. And most importantly, it's time to say hello. To this. Or this. Or this. (Do I have any idea what I'm talking about? No. But there's plenty of time ahead for research. Plenty.)
So in the interest of taking some wee baby steps towards a new 'hello', and in humbly taking the advice and requests of many of you this week (thank you, thank you), I'll be opening shop again next week. I have no expectation to make it a regular thing (last time I promised monthly updates was six months ago!), so let's consider it a virtual trunk show, shall we? Oh yes, I like that. A virtual trunk show. After the holiday weekend, next Wednesday morning, 10ish.
But if, in the meantime, I get hit with another piece of machinery, all promises are off, okay? Okay. I'm off to don my protective eyewear and get sewing. I'm sure the boys have some goggles I could borrow.