My sewing machine has been taken over by my son today. A wonderful part of my day, every day is that my son rushes downstairs after school to see what I'm working on in my studio. He often sets up his homework on my business desk while I whisk away tasks at the sewing machine. Today, though, was a bit different. The moment he walked in the door he called me upstairs with an urgent plea to "make a craft, something to sell so I can save money to buy things."
This little idea had been mulling over in his brain since the day before when I explained that I was making baby blankets to sell at the upcoming quilt show boutique.