A little backpack
It's been a rough few months hasn't it? I can't complain, I still have my job, my family and friends are all well, Australia locked down early and the dreaded virus never ran wild here. Restrictions have eased here but I'm still working from my tiny home. I couldn't sew for the first five weeks of lockdown. It's normally my happy place, my distraction and I'm pretty good at forcing myself to sit down and sew, even if I'm not feeling it, knowing that I will feel better afterwards. But I was too jittery to concentrate and preferred to spend my afterwork time either enjoying the late sunshine on my bike or crocheting in front of the TV. I would go into the sewing room, pat a few things in the stash, but couldn't bring myself to cut anything out. But a few weeks ago I went out for breakfast on a sunny Saturday morning (a friend ordered takeaway to her place and gatherings of 10 people at houses are now allowed) and it really cheered me up. I got the desi
