That would be me these days. I have so much to do I'm not sure where to start. And the sad part about it is I actually have the time to sit at That Machine behind me and sew. I have things to sew, pretty things, promised things, things that will make me and others smile once done. And yet, here I sit, with my back to That Machine and I don't force myself to play.
My kid just left for a sleepover at her friend's house. Samantha is now 8 and it's really very strange to see her take off to have a sleepover with such joy and anticipation. Makes me wonder if living here sucks? Nah. I know it doesn't. But I also know that when I was a kid, sleepovers were a means to survival in my house. Without my friend's families adopting me, who knows how I would have turned out? That's not Samantha's life though. My husband and I work too hard to let it be, in any way or shape, even remotely similar to what we came from. She's happy, kind, smart and sweet and I couldn't ask for more from her short being.
But, being without kid underfoot means being A-L-O-N-E and it's freaky. Husband is probably taking off to play tennis in this raging So Cal heat. And I, sit, here, thinking about That Machine, hearing That Machine whine just a little because she's lonesome. And I think about the loot I scored this past weekend at the International Quilt Festival in Long Beach. My head goes back to the pretties. Yes, yes Darling, I'm coming to play with you. Just a moment while I wind that bobbin and change that rotary blade...
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