A long, long time ago, the 1970s to be exact, I used to have spare time. Even with two children under the age of two, I had spare time.
Don't believe me? I have proof.
See this ethnic-inspired pullover tunic shirt my big brother is holding? In 1977 I sewed it for him as a Christmas gift.
What's that you're saying? "Big deal, I already know you sewed all the time."
Ha! Not not only did I sew the shirt, but I found time to embroider the design on the front of the shirt. Not with a fancy-shmancy embroidery machine, but by hand.
See? I told you I used to have spare time.
Now if I could have found a way to keep some of that spare time bottled up for future use. I certainly could use some this year...