Today, I braved my sewing room downstairs. There I found the remnants of sewing for Taylor's wedding, for Brittany's wedding and for Dellany's. It's a scary place with no order to it at all. I've been meaning to "take care of it" for a long time now, but I walk in, look around and walk back out. I can't face it. What drove me down there today was the fact that I had to sew patches on Dave's scout uniform, and also make a lap quilt for a gift. I did what I had to, and after breaking 3 needles in a row, gratefully left, like the hounds of hell were after me. Okay, maybe I exaggerate, but I was truly happy to leave it behind. It will be there when I'm stronger. Sigh.
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