Welcome to my office... (Explicit due to excess enthusiasm)

On Christmas eve I completed a real life sewing pattern, the first ever.  Today I created a sewing desk where my sewing machine can permanently reside and have located my sewing Mount Everest, McCall's 4769.

Yes.  I have gotten REALLY enthusiastic REALLY FUCKING FAST.  All because of this child's apron.

The pink zigzag trim:  I fucking invented that shit.

I have sewn shit before.  I have made two quilts.  I am short so I have hemmed the shit out of all kinds of pants.  I have sewn a chemise and skirts to wear at the renaissance festival.  I have made pillow cases and curtains.  None of these items involved any kind of pattern.  I have bought patterns before, opened them and thought "What the FUCK?!" despite the "It's so Easy, it's Simplicity" assurance on the front of the packet.  This summer my friend Emily got some instructions from her grandma and helped me get started sewing an apron, and I discovered that one merely has to follow the instructions and the shit will magically come together.  I have yet to finish that first apron, due to complications involving my seam ripper going missing.  But this recent apron has given me whole new hope.  I have done it, and I have done it all by my self.

And now I have a SWEET sewing station which I have already started to call my office:

I even have a thread holder-majig which is actually a repurposed library drawer which up until now has only been used to prop up a window every now and then:

I have to build up my stamina and know-how before attempting McCall's 4769.  I cut out the pieces just now to Simplicity 3881, version C.  We'll see how that one goes, but it looks like a piece of fucking cake.

I also recently crocheted the cutest hat that ever existed, but gave it away before I could take a picture.