Felicity is a very important part of my sewing process. I’m not sure I’d be able to do it without her help.
If she wasn’t around, who would I have to oversee every step, carefully scrutinizing the process?
Who else would step in to keep an eagle eye on the chalk and make sure it didn’t walk away with itself as I drafted patterns?
(Felicity walking away with the chalk herself, generally by batting it under the nearest piece of furniture, is an entirely different matter.)
Who else could I get to elegantly ruck up my carefully smoothed and drafted toiles?
Who else would helpfully sit on my pattern books, directly on top of the pattern I’m working on, to make sure I didn’t forget which one I wanted?
It’s the one under me. That’s the one you’re using.
Who else would then graciously agree to move off the pattern, only to sit on my laptop, pressing all sorts of keys and hiding my pinterest inspiration board in an unfindable location?
This butt only pushes important buttons.
Who else would make sure that my fabric had the right aesthetic sprinkle of cat hairs by taking her bath on it as I tried to cut it out?
No one but Felicity of course!
No wonder the poor wee darling is so worn out:
And if you’re wondering, she’s currently helping me with my HSF Paisley & Plaid project – it’s the 1913 skirt just under her paw in the photo above. But you haven’t seen any paisley or plaid you say? Oh, just you wait!