When It Comes Down to It, Sometimes the Old Ways Are Best

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 seam 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.

Making do,
Laura
Happy at Home