A couple of weeks ago, my brain started trading in small poems again. Much like the ones from the start of the pandemic, they are a mix of daily events, moments and thoughts, bouncing from the horror of our days to the comfort in them. I’ll admit they are a nice distraction.
That strange looking tool? That’s called a seam splitter. It does what you would expect. Hand me that skirt. Thanks. See? Here is a seam. I asked for this skirt because the fabric is still pretty, even though it is worn on that side. This side is still beautiful. Still useful. This is theContinue reading “At the Seams”