mother told me there'd be days like this

if only thread locking, needle breaking, seam ripping, and spool jamming where names for dance moves. in that case, i would have choreographed an entire modern ballet, by 11am. alas! my day was much less graceful.


it has been quite some time since every stitch betrayed me. i was forced to look for other jobs needing attention to avoid going near the machine.

and now i'm even more behind. time is taunting me.