Spotted in Macclesfield
Even a trip up North doesn’t get in the way of sewing-related photos. I saw the above in an antiques shop. I managed to resist investing in this sewing box. It actually wasn’t that tricky to avoid the allure – there was the definite smell of aged wood and I wouldn’t like the pong to infect my notions.
I’m more tempted by this, my boyfriend’s mum’s sewing room:
I want one!
Sigh. The luxury of a dedicated sewing space. I wish I had a room of my own, though quite how my boyfriend and I would schedule any conversations alongside my sewing addiction is a bit beyond me. At least now he can see me from the sofa when I’m sewing, and laugh at my ripe swearing.