I am falling in love with my sewing machine again. Like any new love it is taking over parts of ordinary life, in this case, the dining table. It sits there looking at me as I go about my day, pleading for attention, and I cannot resist. Despite bloodshed (with the scissors not the machine), this skirt I picked up at the opshop a few months ago has been pulled apart, remade, and now fits me. A very satisfying task.