Just lovely, a very gentle afternoon, in the sunshine, in the garden, unpicking seams on raggedy vintage clothes to use for this terms project. Birds were singing, and in the distance there was folk music, children calling and a strimmer strimming. I always love the signs of wear on scrap fabric, the holes where the stitches have been, the hidden bits of cloth that are darker because they haven't seen so much light, or lighter for being on a fold that was more exposed.