I decided to iron the scrap of fabric I've come to love using as a tablecloth. I ironed it to fold the raggedy edges and then pin them so I could sew a hem. I used red thread in the bobbin because I had some and white thread for the big top spool, because it was there. Threading the bobbin was a trial of curses all aimed at myself. It kept falling out but I didn't give up. I took out the manual and tried again. On the 4th try it worked. I was so happy. To me sewing is like driving a car. I get a thrill even though all I have done is sew a hem. The fabric becomes alive because I made it into something and it keeps on giving off its magical charge when I use it.
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