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Just trying to get to work.

I love to read and there are time when I read books about sewing, crocheting, desigining clothes, art, painting, Manga, nature, energy, fiction, biographies all sort of things. Whatever interest me at the time.

The picture above is a book I just recently got from the library. I was in a hurry to catch the bus this morning and did not put the book in my bag.

Kelly is a woman that introduced herself to me just 4 days after moving in to the current neighborhood. She saw the book in my hand and wanted to know if i was taking a sewing class. I explained that I was just reading it I know how to sew.

Really what things can you make?

All sorts of stuff, everything.

Can you make me a dress?

........Now usually when I am asked this question it is never followed by how much do you charge. My response. I can make anything, do you have a pattern or a picture?

She was in her sister wedding last year and it had and africian theme and she really liked the dress/gown she wore. She said she can get the pattern and ask if I would make it for her.

I said call me. I gave her an Avon brochure with my phone number on it.

I doubt that she will call however I hope she does. I would love the money and I need to get back into a routine.

This is the reason I got the book just to do some of the projects they have in it so I an get started. I hate when something stops me from sewing when I am sewing every day because it is hard to get back on track.

Tonight I plan to make curtains with tab headings for the kitchen window. Of course that will be after I finish 2 of 3's Jacket.


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