Sew a seam, turn the fabric, sew a seam, turn, sew a seam, turn, sew the final seam. Cut the threads, set the piece aside. Begin a new one. I was in a rhythm. All was right in the world.
As I stopped to turn the fabric right side-out, I listened. Quiet voices, gentle strumming. But lots of strumming. It was time to check things out.
When I got upstairs, this was what I found:
|Love the tongue out in utter concentration|