At our June meeting, we dug into our baskets of dashed hopes and grandiose plans, swallowed our pride, and shared our less-than-stellar moments in sewing. We laughed together and cringed as we heard the stories of a sleeve serged to the the body of a dress that was just about finished as Susan was due to leave for the opera,
the cute baby sweater Sarah knitted for a friend she was SURE was going to have a girl
and the fun swing jacket I cut too short to wear. The suggestions were helpful, but even more so were the knowing nods and expressions of empathy. We’ve all been there.