…and, DONE.

I’ve been sewing, sewing, sewing for weeks now. We haven’t had dinner together as a family for weeks now. The kids have had dinner with a sewing machine. All for seven black chiffon worship dance gowns. Chiffon is horrible fabric to work with. Horrible. Seams do not lay flat, hems are worse, and it frays something terrible. But they are done. They are not perfect. I wish they were. There is no such thing as perfect with chiffon. Except done. Done is perfect.