Happy New Year, everyone! I hope 2016 treats us well and that we treat each other well.
Let’s quickly review 2015, because it’s the thing to do:
In January of last year, I taught myself how to use my sewing machine. It was frustrating and tear-inducing and it sucked. I did it.
A lot of my sewing project sucked. I spent a lot of time ripping stitches, swearing so loudly that I woke the dog. I completely ruined at least three things to the point where I never want to see that fabric again. I made myself bleed a bunch. I have scars from my iron.
But I’m stupidly happy with how both my project and my year turned out. Little Something arrives in April, my cats have never been snugglier, our dog is an adorable idiot, and Mr. Something got a promotion.
In 2016 I’ll continue to sew something new every month. I’ll also make two new (to me) recipes a week, with at least one being a crockpot recipe. At the end of the year, I’ll compile our favorites into The Something Family Cookbook.
Sound good? I can think of infinite ways this could go sideways. It’s going to be great.