However, there was a bright spot in our week.
There was a time when I would buy magazines at the drop of a hat. In fact, I was known as the Magazine Queen, a title I have now bestowed on The Middle Child. Over the years my magazine enthusiasm has waned, but this particular publication caught my attention and I had to buy.
Perhaps the article on page 48 had something to do with it.
This magazine oozes class.
It sets a very high benchmark and it has impeccable taste. I'm not saying that because it features my daughter. Scout's honour.
With all the turmoil, sewing has been put on the back burner. I was a fair way along with this little dress when the cyclonic winds, rain and hail descended on Sydney (we dodged the hail thank goodness). I have terrible withdrawal symptoms but with a little luck the machines will be zipping along again next week.
In the meantime, I'll find a lovely warm corner and read my magazine.