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Life in the time of Corona, part 5

Sweet hubby is home and finished with his quarantine and we are REUNITED at last.  And all of the things I was fairly certain would happen have already started to happen -- tantrums and testing and re-educating him about how our family works and how the children have grown and changed in the nearly three months he was away....

Since last time I wrote, I've finished two extremely wearable pairs of Rose shorts and two lovely, lightweight, breezy-but-polished-looking Gemma tops, and one swim shirt using the Jade pattern. 

I've acquired a huge stack of extra fabrics to make more things, both for myself and for my children, and also lost a lot of time to being away from home while sweet hubby did his two weeks of quarantine at our house. We'll soon spend time on family vacation, too, so not much time in the sewing room for me....but I'm trying to make smart use of the time I do have (when I'm not procrastinating, of course).

I'm hopeful that some bathing suit bottoms will come together out of the Avery Leggings pattern and that another lined Gemma might happen before this family trip; but what I really should be prioritizing is sewing underwear for "the baby" since he is working on potty training and the pants he has right now are a wee bit snug. Also, miss middle has requested a "long" dress (meaning, twirly and below knee length); fabric has been acquired for this as well. So many ideas, so little time, and so much alternative time-use temptation....I'm hopeful that sweet hubby will give me a little bit of day-time sewing time over the next couple of days, so that I can get crafty and creative before our family vacation away from all of my sewing tools.




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