My soul is fed with needle and thread.
When life gives you scrap, make a quilt.
Sew much fabric, sew little time.
I’m a fabricholic on the road to recovery. Just kidding. I’m
on the road to the fabric store.
I’m working on my PhD (projects half done) in sewing.
You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy fabric, and that is
pretty close.
The sewing machine sews what the scissors have cut asunder,
plus whatever else comes in its path.
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