The problem is that as I go through boxes and bags and shelves I am reminded of previous passions, strengths and challenges. Times of poverty, times when I held onto things for fear of there being nothing else. The Great Depression.
The Great Depression it is when I am drowning in disordered, chaotic, dusty stuff. Be gone!
In my ruthless state I eyed some stitching. I worked on thus fabric in a moment of flow, using my new sewing machine, eight years ago, to stitch a mannequin free hand into some fabric. I loved the loose threads, the error of sewing too close to the edge... Imperfectly perfect.
