The persistent, rhythmic noise intercepted my dreams poking me gently awake. It was an hour or two before dawn. I lay with my eyes closed, half asleep.
Part of the reason I like to sew is that I am very
interested in the construction of clothing, the fit and the look or, what is
often my case, the lack thereof. I've had some clothing malfunctions as of late, not the Janet Jackson type, but more
of the mis-buttoning kind.