Last Friday at noon I completely filled the car trunk with sewing machines, project boxes, and notions and drove 95 miles northeast to Toccoa, in the North Georgia Mountains. An all sewing weekend – no cooking, dishes, laundry, or housework.
If you’re like me, the thought of just sewing for a weekend sounds like heaven. No stopping to feed anyone or do dishes. Just hours and hours of uninterrupted sewing.
Next weekend I’m doing just that!