lately i`ve been weaving for these little quilted pouches.  i fell in love with hand sewing as a little girl in brownies and i love trying to figure out how to stitch them together in the best way.  when i use my sewing machine, i sigh, quickly escalate to huffing and puffing, and eventually yell at my stupid machine or the stupid f****** thread or something or duck angrily as a broken needle tip flies past my face.  by contrast when i sew by hand it is the most peaceful, relaxing experience and i can contentedly keep at it for hours in the evening.  (until using the arm of my sofa as a pincushion backfires and a needle goes astray and someone finds it suddenly driven into their toe or buried deeply in their butt.  then the frenetic yelling resumes.)

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