Of pin pricks and other injuries

Since it's close to Halloween, it's that wonderful time of year that occupies the fun center of my brain: costumes.  I am a costume junkie.  Whore, you might even say.  There's nothing I love more than an excuse to put on a costume and play dress up.  It think that's part of me that never grew up. 

( Because I don't want to bore you with details... )

I'm having lots of fun costuming, but being a slave to my sewing machine for weeks on end wasn't.  I liked the opportunity to get to know my sewing machine though.  After learning my mom's machine and getting comfortable with it, I've finally had a chance to learn a newer machine that works wonderfully, even when when the operator might be otherwise incapacitated.