You know you're logging too much time at the sewing machine when ...
... you start dreaming of being there.
Last night I dreamed of PINS. I dreamed I was sitting at the machine and I reached for a pin and instead of my little broken container there was a brand new magnetic dish full of brand new, pristine and sharp, 1 3/8 inch long, English silk pins (my favorite) with yellow glass heads. And I was so happy because I've always wanted one of those magnetic pin dishes, and I need new pins, because mine are all bent and dull and I've either wrecked or lost most of them, but I was really afraid that if I dropped one, the yellow glass head wouldn't show on my carpet.
I really, REALLY need a vacation.
If I start dreaming of Gingher pinking shears I'm booking a flight to anywhere.
And calling a shrink.
Last night I dreamed of PINS. I dreamed I was sitting at the machine and I reached for a pin and instead of my little broken container there was a brand new magnetic dish full of brand new, pristine and sharp, 1 3/8 inch long, English silk pins (my favorite) with yellow glass heads. And I was so happy because I've always wanted one of those magnetic pin dishes, and I need new pins, because mine are all bent and dull and I've either wrecked or lost most of them, but I was really afraid that if I dropped one, the yellow glass head wouldn't show on my carpet.
I really, REALLY need a vacation.
If I start dreaming of Gingher pinking shears I'm booking a flight to anywhere.
And calling a shrink.