The first annual Sew Weekend was a huge success!

But, honestly, there was no other way it could’ve turned out.

When you’re surrounded by the most inspiring people on earth, in the most beautiful place in the world, on the rainiest weekend of the year, life doesn’t get much better.

Until you have to leave.

Then, you might shed a tear on the drive home.

It could happen.

A two day downpour at Swan Lake in July is odd. Completely out of the normal.

The sewing gods were shining down on us through those showers. Because creating on a rainy day is a million times better than creating on a perfect-weather-to-be-sitting-in-a-tube-on-the-lake day.

Five little sewing machine presser feet humming along at a constant pace and the hiss of the steam iron created a lovely soundtrack for the weekend. My mom’s amazing ginger cookies and fresh berries were our weekend snacks. And early mornings with several cups of hot coffee were a time for quiet and peace.

I have so much to show you. I can hardly wait.

But for now, I’m still living in last weekend. Give me another day.