Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sometimes I Stitch
And stitch. And stitch. I then I go off to do other things but I think about stitching as I'm doing the other things. Then I finally get back to stitching after I've done other things for about seven minutes.
When I'm stitching I'm not emailing. I'm not texting. I'm not talking. I'm not writing. Not negotiating. Not invoicing. Not shipping. Not receiving. Not cutting. Not even sewing. I'm stitching.
I don't know what I would do without it. I'd go do the other things, I guess, and maybe be just a little less happy. I dare say I would know myself less, too.
Stitch, I love you, don't ever leave me.
your friend, Anna