That's what greeted me when I stepped into the studio this morning.
Typically, I tidy up my workspace every evening before wrapping up for the day. But yesterday, migraine got the best of me, and I simply draped my sewing-in-progress over my model like a makeshift blanket before calling it a night. It sounds so much like an excuse... Am I becoming a rebel?
As I surveyed the scene this morning, I couldn't help but notice Aimée, the future owner of the dress, smiling serenely on her tray, her milk-tea head resting peacefully on her cushion. Meanwhile, the hard worker... poor little thing.
Sissi is a warrior.
