Fleeting Thoughts:
As I work on sewing projects, my mind has a propensity to enjoy some re-runs of memories.
When Megan was about a year a half, staying with us, her favorite yellow blanket needed new binding. I was on one side of the sewing table and Megan was in a highchair opposite from me. I had pulled out a rather large container of thread to match up as best I could with the blanket. When our quilt store had closed, I bought a large supply of various colors at a reduced rate. As I sewed, I watched as Megan pulled the container within reach. Megan would finger each spool. Soon each spool had been shed of its clear plastic shield. Megan was so content and so busy lining up her conquest, I could just watch and enjoy. Memories: life would be so empty without them.