Life is a Journey

Recently I decided not to leave the house until I got a job finished – a chore I dearly dreaded and had put off much too long. Leon brought some of his jeans for me to patch some time ago and they have mocked me from the dining room chair for a while now. I could have a designated sewing room but I choose to sew at the dining room table and, like several in my family, I am a creature of habit.

The light from the double windows is good and I can now see very well why my aunt Sis would have me thread so many needles on a spool of thread for her when I would go by her house on my way home from Oklahoma. Bless her heart – she didn’t have 50 pairs of colorful Dollar Tree glasses in varying strengths to use as I now have.


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