carpentrix: “I practiced on scraps. Attention focused on the needle, down-up down-up, and moving the fabric along straight and steady, and the noise of it, a humming behind the thun, thun, thun. A lot like pushing wood through a saw. No sawdust. Less noise. I held my breath the same way. Good concentration and stitches got straighter and more even.”
My girlfriend, Carpentrix, writes about working back from injury and a beautiful tablecloth she made. It covers the kitchen table we share.
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This was featured in #Prose
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“I practiced on scraps. Attention focused on the needle, down-up down-up, and moving the fabric along straight and...
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mythologyofblue said:
that tablecloth. (swoon)
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