I received the nicest gift today. A first edition copy of Paris Frocks at Home, published in 1930 by Butterick Publishing. This is what I want to be.
Elegant, calmly sewing as the scent of orange blossom drifts in on a light breeze. Notice the lack of clutter. Do I hear the sounds of Vivaldi coming from a nearby string quartet? I think I do. And such dainty feet. I will refrain from rambling about the realities of sewing, and space, and cats that attack patterns, and simply be inspired to tidy myself and my workspace up a bit.