In the sweatshop . . .

I have been in desperate need of some new skirts and finally got around to sewing one for the spring. Over the years I have sewn at least ten (variations) of these for myself and even more for my sister and to sell (when my sister and I had our business Pilkasiulas).

This past autumn when my friend Kathy came to visit from San Jose, CA, she gave me a gift certificate to Purl (a fantastic fabric and yarn store in NYC). I was super excited and bought a bundle of fabric to whip into skirts. I plan to sew the black one next and then I am not sure what I will do with the pink one. I only bought a yard of that, so it won’t be enough for a skirt.

As if I don’t have enough fabric, new fabric at least motivates me to get sewing.

I love the sound/feeling of cutting fabric.

Abstract view of the marsupial skirt . . . I love hidden pockets in skirts.

At a stoplight in my new skirt . . .