there's something infinitely soothing about the soft repetitive prick and pull the cares and burdens of the week fade beneath the gentle rhythm of needle and thread
no, not many posts this last week. to tell the truth, I've been finding it hard to love life. but at the end of a long, harder-than-it-should-be day, sewing awaits. something about the smooth, repetitive motion, the soothing rhythm, slows, strokes my tender soul and buries my cares underneath stitch after blessed stitch.