I reduce my sewing space to the length of an ironing board plus a treadle machine top and I get the stitching bug. While Batman was at the cinema watching an eponymous film, I made this to replace the nasty plastic one from the Body Shop that got lost in my luggage.

My glamorous assistant has taken up residence on the duvet piled on the sofa in our bedroom (along with the three wardrobes, two beds and endless boxes of sewing stuff).