I have read that most people who drown, do so in the last few seconds before they are saved. At the last moment they stop trying so hard. (In no way is Self Stitched September anything like drowning, which is horrid) I have also read that it is a pleasant way to go, but I watched a film where someone had to deliberately drown themselves to save the other person, who would then revive the drowned person, The Abyss??, and I am haunted by it.
Still, I am almost at the end of SSS and I can feel it slipping away from me. I have actually sewn most of the top I was making. It is too big. 14cm too big. I can grab at least 14cm out of the back and it still fits nicely, but that's a lot of sizes to over-estimated by. The bust darts are a work of art, not perfect, but there's room in there for all of me!!! It is way too long. Good thing this is just meant to be a possibly wearable toile. I'll take in the darts in the front and back and see how that goes.
More exciting was the fact that we met the Vizsla puppy and older Golden Retriever with their mums again. Joy abounded!! Peri is running towards me, but she veers off at the last moment. She is so happy. Older Golden is in the very background!!
Look at the happy, but alert, tails!!! And sniffs!!
It is teeming down with rain again now and I can feel the cold rushing in through the dog door. The weather was so bad this morning that a huge cruise shop had to be turned away from a North-West port because the sea was too wild for it to dock.
Now I have just a few rows to go and then the toe of the second Swirl sock!! Hurray. I can wear them tomorrow with my new Avocado coloured shoes. That's what it say on the label!!