Each time we go to Sewjourn, it feels more like home.
It's a haven where time and routine don't exist. Or... at least not until about 2pm on Sunday, when the buzz of sewing machines takes on a somewhat desperate pitch as we all silently begin to realise that it's nearly time to go back to real life (... but not yet....I just want to finish this...).
Despite Lara's husband's advice, it was actually perfectly alright to stay up too late.
And it was also perfectly normal to be up at the crack of dawn, sewing in pj's. (Some of us were up quite a bit later, having been sewing until ridiculously close to the crack of dawn.)
There were loads of finished garments and lots of sharing of ideas and knowledge.
Lara's scrap box was the scrap box that kept on giving.....
Annie was quilting up a storm ...and a rather fetching grey knit top (not from the scrap box).
Megan was paper-piecing an amazing shades-of-red piece, which I failed to photograph adequately.
Thank you - once again - to Kathryn, Rachel, Annie, Lara, Megan, Karen and Tanya - for being the remarkable women that you are. I can't wait until November so we can do it all over again.