Compulsion is probably a nicer word than addiction, but either would work to describe Amy's need to make things. Lucky for our kids, the things she makes are usually pint-sized and, well, amazing.So this weekend our resident sewing junkie was happily cooped indoors by the rain, and those vintage pillowcases had been sitting there for far too long.
Well, why should all the good clothes be saved for the daytime? After all, Peter Pan comes at night. Move over, Wendy.
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