National Sewing Machine Day

I'm celebrating National Sewing Machine day writing a silly little poem.  I didn't have any time to actually do any sewing today.  But I dreamt about it.   

I dream of time, sweet precious time,

spend at a sewing machine wrapped with thread.  

I dream of fabric, prewashed and laid out for cutting

in all sorts of colours; blue, orange, pink and red.  

I dream of patterns, well drafted and perfect

Void of alterations, if only in my head.  

I dream of sewing, without seam ripping, 

Seam ripping.  Oh, the dread!  

I dream of full bobbins, 

that keep the machine well fed.

I dream of the possibilities of fabric stitched 

with a sewing machine and thread.  

Happy Sewing!