My grandmother taught me to sew. I always went to her house to use her machine, an early Singer. And so she promised it to me.
I don’t sew clothes. I mend, I make costumes, I renew sheets and towels and pillows. Now the Singer is in my house, near me, along with the notions chest, full of tiny treasures. I used the machine for the first time, to hem some new pants for Kid.01. Bittersweet.
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