I’m pretty sure my former self would question my current self. “Who is this person and why does she prate such foolish absurdities?” That’s what I would say.
A colleague at work gave me a box full of vintage sewing notions. Odds and ends of all kinds – buttons, trims, zippers, etc. It was her grandmother’s and being a non sewer, she had no need for it. On a Monday morning, she handed it to me as she got out of her car. I felt like Raphie when he was got his BB gun. Ecstatic. Luckily, I can’t shoot my eye out with my gift.
When did I turn into this person? Someone who gets giddy about fabric, trims and more. When someone mentions they’re going to NYC, sewer or not, I tell them to hit up Mood. Who cares about the restaurants and shows. Two words – cotton brocade!
If my passion is at this level now, how much higher will it be in 5 years,? In 10 years? Oo vey.
