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I took this photo a good long time ago—9 months ago to be exact. My boyfriend's parents have an old sewing table in their guest room. We've been dating for a good while so I've seen this sewing table many times. I finally decided to open the little drawers though. There are 2 or 3 small drawers on it so I finally peeked in. What I found was a delight—bright & colorful thread, old vintage labels (us graphic designers eat that stuff up) on the spools—it was just good stuff. Now that I'm a blogger and think in terms of "Heywhatamigonnablogaboutnow????" (yes, that's all one big phrase b/c that's how my brain functions--lots of thoughts & things coming together quickly & crazily) I carry my camera w/ me the majority of the time. This was one of those times so I pulled the little digital cam-cam out of my purse and snapped away.
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Now can I sew? Nope, not a chance. I understand sewing. I understand the logic behind making patterns, I understand why certain threads in certain fabrics with certain needles, I understand most of it. But my downfall? Threading that *&#$%@!*&$%* machine!! I cannot thread a sewing machine to save my soul. Bobbins hate me. Needles don't like me. Which is a shame b/c I'm convinced I'd make a killer fashion designer (clothing & fashion are what my dreams are made of). If someday I hit some major cash and find a magical machine that'll thread itself, I'll be all over it. But for now? It's stitch-witch for this girl. And just admiring these pretty little spools, colors, labels & all.
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