Here's where all of the sewing happens. It's getting rather crowded in here and typical of any 3 year old, my grandson Tyson, chooses spots in my sewing room in which to hide. Between the furniture and the bolts of fabric, it's playhouse heaven. I often find hot wheels cars "parked in it's garage" under piles of cut pattern pieces.
Derek's sparking up a storm. Just don't look at the bright light while he is working.
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