Friends, do you ever feel like you spend a disproportionate amount of your day talking/thinking/writing about sewing?
Do you ever catch friends or colleagues, when you mention sewing, rolling their eyes, glancing at their watches, and suddenly having to catch the 5:15 train -- and they drive to work? Do you yourself retreat daily to the comforting, marshmallow,
everybody-sews-here worlds of Pattern Review, BurdaStyle, and
Male Pattern Boldness?