Swiftly As the Fingers Fly

Thimble fingers flying fast.
Pinching, pinning, pressing, pleating.
Swiftly as one deadline dies
Another takes its place.
And so the fingers fly.


"Swiftly As the Fingers Fly" by Goldberry, the Steward's Wife


For the past week I have been sewing in almost every moment that I am not tending the baby. I did finish an order for two handbags this morning, and have been fairly giddy at the thought of a project done. Next up: five half-aprons ("hostess aprons") by Saturday. I've already cut them and pinned the hem, so it's just a matter of snatching enough moments to get them sewn in time.

Unrelated to this post, but rather in the forefront of my mind: I have a most wonderful and sweet husband. He got me up early to eat a rather lavish breakfast of remade leftovers: potatoes, eggs, and biscuit with gravy. He is usually sleepy and doesn't eat breakfast (get good and awake, for that matter) until much later on his working days, so him leaning over me in a cheerful manner at 6:30am to ask me if I wanted breakfast was quite refreshing. I was the groggy one at the table! It was lovely - both the food and the bright and chipper Husband.