Designed by Mym. Executed by Shula.
As handy as I may be with an embroidery hoop, let me assure you, a seamstress I am not. I was up all night trying to negotiate an invisible pocket into the lining of a scarf. ALL. NIGHT. This is no exaggeration. All attempts at sleep were met with visions of blue wool - folding, unfolding, refolding - until eventually my head went all zippy and I had to get up and keep going.
But still it is not done.
I fear the solution may require a trip to Sydney, where my Sewing Guru, to my eternal inconvenience, now resides in a state of matrimonial ecstasy. But for now I've put it aside with Great Reluctance and an overwhelming sense of Abject Failure.
The tattoo applique, however, I'm very happy with.
And my floors have been desaturated and shampooed to within an inch of their lives.