The 70s are on their way back and they already are in an alliance with the quilting foot that managed to (almost) wreck my sewing machine. There was an “accident”. Poor Hubert made the scariest noises – weird and loud and unsettling. But he miraculously survived without even breaking the needle and all it took to get him going again was 45 minutes and two screwdrivers.

The fabric sandwich is fluffy and soft and pink, while at the same time trying to destroy everything. Maybe we’re gonna be friends after all …