I got off to a good start - rummaging through the many packing boxes still stored in our loft to find a variety of fabrics, washing them all and cutting out the pieces. And there I stalled. My days were filled with jiggling a teething baby, my evenings and weekends became full of chutney and Christmas preparation, and sewing up the book became one of those jobs that I would 'do later'.
Finally, on Christmas Eve Eve, with all other presents made, I sat down at the sewing machine to get it finished. And without sounding my own trumpet too much, I'm pretty pleased with the end result. Baby seems to be a fan too!
(And after it took me ages to get the texture book sewn, it's then taken me another month to manage to coordinate words and pictures on the blog about it! Argh!)