I spent this afternoon stitching away on my machine making corn sacks for Saturday's sale. About three o'clock, I ran out of thread. A perfect excuse to take a quick trip to the quilt shop. I invited Emily to go along; and, soon we were on our way. Now, I couldn't just go right in and buy my thread, could I? We browsed through the beautiful and some not so beautiful fabrics. I oohed and awed over the browns and navies, burgundies, and tans. Emily sighed over the bright purples, pinks, and peacock blues. After fifteen minutes of pure pleasure, I paid for the rather unexciting off-white thread; and, we came home. As a side note, we saw the most beautiful cloud formation with the sun's rays just bursting out behind it just like the glory of God. I picture it to be something like that when Christ comes back only immeasurably better.
Well, when I got home, my sewing machine wouldn't work. I spent over an hour trying to fix it. Finally, I was able to make it sew with some skipped stitches. That simply wouldn't do. Ugh. What now? Well, I filled my bags half full of feed corn as planned. I then sewed along the seem line twice. Then, because it looked rather sloppy, I folded it over twice and pinned it. The rest of the evening was spent hand sewing the bags closed. Five down, six to go. I'm sure glad I know how to hand sew well! When it comes right down to it, sometimes the old ways are best.
Happy at Home