Night sewing
It’s dark outside. A sleeping city. In the snug corner of our sleepy house my machine and I whirr away.
It’s dark outside. A sleeping city. In the snug corner of our sleepy house my machine and I whirr away.
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ooh, what did your night whirring conjure up?
Comment by Sammoo — 15 October 2008 @ 3:52 pm
Very creative… I am interested in all the things you are doing and thinking… thinking…hmmm don’t I have a birthday coming up soon?
Comment by lynda — 20 October 2008 @ 4:00 pm