Saturday, November 21, 2009

sew in love

Remember that thing about my 22 year old self and what she'd think of my life?  Well, I made two more pillows this weekend and I'm still trying to get my 37 year old self to understand how it is that I can hardly imagine a more pleasant use of an evening, so I'm afraid the 22 year old is simply standing in the middle of the road with her mouth gaping open, stunned.



If only there were a writing machine that mimicked the action of a sewing machine.  You choose the shade, the shape, the length, the texture and then just push the pedal, listen to the motor make that beautiful sound and, voila, you have yourself a pretty little paragraph.


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