Sometimes, I can’t sit still or concentrate to read a book. Just too many thoughts.
And sometimes, even baking a nice, crusty loaf isn’t even the remedy.
It’s times like this that I think about the pile of repair projects. Like Andrew’s sweatpants which are 3″ too long and drag in the mud. So I’m pinning with the pins and measuring with the measuring tape that I’ve had since home-ec. Concentration.
I’ll pull out my Singer Featherweight that my parents bought me for my 10th birthday. I’ll wind a bobbin with gray thread and thread the machine with the same gray thread. I’ll set up the seam guide. And as I guide the fabric, I’ll listen to the hum of the machine while the needle goes up and down and I’ll admire the perfectly spaced stitches.