I started making tote bags yesterday and then I couldn't turn off my brain. I went to bed around 11 p.m., but got up at 3 a.m. Since I wasn't sleeping and could only think about the bags I went back to my cutting table and sewing machine. I think it was close to 6 a.m. before I went back to bed.

This behavior reminds me of my mother, who was a terrific seamstress. When my brother went off to college and Daddy was traveling, Mother would sometimes sew all night. It was wonderful to wake up in the morning to new clothes. She was also a fast seamstress, which I am not.

Today I'm celebrating period movies. I'm looking forward to seeing Jane Austen's Love and Friendship, although I hope the movies improves on the original ending.