Today would have been my dad's 88th birthday. Today - if I follow through with my plans - will be the third day in a row that I've gone straight home from work and gone straight to bed. Or in my case, straight to couch. Because I don't have a bed. 53 years old and I don't have a bed. I have a house, I have a car, I don't have a bed because my husband sleeps in it. I'm odd in that I do not want to sleep in the same room, let alone bed, with my husband or anyone else. Except my dog.
That said, if I do follow through with my plans, it will be 3 days that I have not sewn anything. A pity because other than my kids who have now grown and moved on - with the exception of my 16 year old son - sewing is one of the only things that gives me a crazy amount of pleasure. I would say happiness but that wouldn't be true. There are a lot of things that make me happy but sewing makes my heart sing and makes me feel useful and special and worthwhile. I love sewing machines especially old sewing machines that are so simply made. There really isn't anything to them and I love that.
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