This week my wonderful wife Lisa and I marked 6 months since the magnificent day when we - surrounded by the people we adore - publicly declared our love, making our wedding vows to each other with all the gravity they deserve. Yet as we sit here, still radiating in the joy of this milestone event, it's impossible for me to ignore the pathetic state-of-affairs deeming it illegal for couples like Lisa and I to be married in the country I am ordinarily so proud to call home. I mean, come on.
Happy Valentine's Day lovely person.
I would absolutely hate Valentine's Day if I wasn't such a soppy sucker. V Day is really just an an excuse to conduct myself with the kind of dreamy suggestiveness I wish I had the stamina to pull off every day (most days I fail even to shower). Lisa and I have a couple of traditions when observing this, the most cringey of holidays...
Skill level: Beginner
Anyone following this blog will already appreciate it is much less about the actual function of sewing and a whole lot more about me trying my hand at something new. To put it in Microsoft Word terms, you could ‘find and replace’ the term “sewing” with pretty much any pursuit imaginable and (save for the bits about interfacing, selvedges and twin needles) the posts would make something resembling near-perfect sense (likely even more in some cases. Especially if the word was "jelly-wrestling"). So, why sewing?
A big dollop of love from my finger tips to your screen (I promise that's not as creepy as it sounds). xx