New pins. Who doesn’t love a sharp pin? I have a theory that sewing involves the ritualised collecting of accoutrements. I think that’s probably true of any hobby. Just ask the next sports person who shows you their new must have piece of lycra or Garmin watch.
New patterns. Planning the next sewing project. All the potential, none of the failure.
Cleaning my filthy overlocker. There’s nothing I enjoy more.
I’m fibbing about one of these sources of happiness. Can you guess which one?