I often think of this poem by Robert Frost as I sew into the late hours long after my children have snuggled into bed. This time of year is especially filled with large wholesale orders and custom requests, and I tire of sewing the same thing over and over and over again. My machine catches and I realize that once again my thread has run out and I wonder how many miles my needle has traveled across the fabric.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
posted at 10:46 AM