For a whole 3 hours this afternoon...

... I rediscovered my sewing machine. It might be a 20 year old little Elnita, that can't do piles of thick fabric without choking, but the little dear went through the pile of school drama costumes that I'd brought home with no signs of pain or arthritis.

This is significant because I think it must be 10 years since I touched it. I gave it a cursory clean out before starting, (and of course checked on a scrap piece of fabric), but before doing the skirt I've been meaning to make for a year, I'll give it a proper going-over. And am very tempted to send it for a service.

When I first got it, the very first thing I made was a set of kitchen curtains out of some leftover gingham. Simple, easy, a great way to practice things like blind hemming.

And the second thing I made was a corset.

And I think the last thing I made on it was my son's costume for *his* school play in Matraville, but before that it would have been the sash that my brother in law wore as a groomsman at mine and lederhosen's wedding.