There on a desk in my room sits a machine. It's covered in dust and buried behind (partcipation) soccer trophies dating back ten years and yarn dating back a few months. Yet, this machine, and the art that comes with it, has somehow made its way into my brain for days now. Maybe this will finally be the summer I learn how to use it. I've got blouses, bags, and blankets (quilts, really, but I had to keep up the alliteration) that I'm itching to try my hand at.
(p.s. this is part of my 14 goals for 2014. You can view all my goals here.)