I actually have a work in progress this Friday, I'm so proud of myself:
It is, shockingly, another skirt for my girl's fall wardrobe. I'm using the three peas formula once again, & it continues to make a really cute skirt (although I swear every time I make one I have to re-do the gathers on the bottom tier at least twice), but I think that maybe the next time I pull something out of my pile of to-be-skirted pinwale corduroy, I might try a longer, slimmer kind of tiered thing (o, I've been looking at the Mini-Boden catalog). On top there is a whole bunch of pink velvet ribbon to sew on the seam lines & also possibly to use in many projects to come, since there I was in the ribbon room with no idea how much I actually needed & so may have gone slightly nuts about it.
The most impressive work in progress around here, though, is from last weekend, when my intrepid husband tackled the side path project that had been a pleasant someday fantasy project until the emergency side sewer replacement & subsequent fence rebuild turned the already awkward side path into a dirt path (that was still plenty awkward), which is something that you don't really want next to your house in a city where it rains for a million days in a row or whatever ridiculous record we had last year.
There's about three feet of space between the side of the house & our fence, which used to be divided like this: overgrown annoying to mow grass, stupid narrow cement sidewalk, clumpy half-dead trampled grass.
This is much better, plus "cheap" & "good-looking" are coming together pretty nicely.
On that big blank grey expanse of wall (on the other side of that post, you can see it in the pictures above) we're going to be putting up some sort of trellis for this little clematis, which is supposed to grow up & cover the arbor that we ended up adding to our fence in the eleventh hour when the fence guys made it too short.
I actually really like it, Mildred Pierce shadows & all, but I think I'll like it more when it's covered with a flowering vine. What I really want to do is train the clematis up together with a blowsy-flowered old fashioned climbing rose, but I've only got three feet of space & two small children, so I'm thinking maybe thorns aren't the way to go.