tommorow i am going to joanne's fabrics to drown myself in a sea of silk and cotton/poly blend and felt and ribbon so i can go to sewing heaven. thick fabric will coat my lungs and lift me towards the sky where scraps will reach down, take me in their threaded arms, and set me gently in a bed of goose down. i've always dreamt of this place, where the sewing machines never get jammed, where you never run out of thread, where the needle never pricks your fingers, and where all your hems are immaculate

and created equal, perhaps...

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