My poor old singer was a-buzzing today. 20 Napkins sewn.
There is something oddly comforting about the particular noise an old sewing machine makes. That steady knocking of the foot to the fabric. The hum of the old motor.
I find myself becoming lost in the monotonous task at hand. My feet and fingers know the motions and it leaves my mind far too much room to wander. I do my best planning while I sew. My little sewing room becoming an outpost for great creative ideas. Far to easily I get so “involved” that I loose all track of time and here I am, still up at midnight, and unable to stop.