Often its the small details in life that matter, precision is something that the human mind seems to revel in as may be witnessed by the detailed embroidery of women in past centuries often sewn by candlelight or the building of railways by Victorian pioneers, I am sure the devil was in the detail for both of them.
Yesterday I learn’t how to make tailors tacks. It is a tiny detail, but such an important one. Before I learn’t to do tailors tacks I used to use chalk and a pin, this seems so much more refined and accurate.
I was just slightly giddy, well okay a bit more than slightly.
I think my tutor was amused with my giddiness.
I knew she understood.
I think the sewing fairies have caught hold of my soul, it is a good place to be.