Just a tiny confession before I jump into this post, I haven't sewn anything in a very long time if you don't count patching my son inlaw's pants.
I don't pretend, profess or deserve the title of seamstress, crafter or quilter.
But, despite my confession, I used to know my way around a sewing machine. I love fabric, color and texture and, once upon a time, before divorce, single momhood, and living half my life like a frightened nitwit...
I was...a darn good seamstress.
I call this zen, with a western twist.
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