I am recovering
do creative work with art of sewing.
I discovered that my mother's Singer sewing machine is in perfect condition.
I told my mother that a young man, bought this sewing machine to an old woman who had for many years. According to my calculations the machine could be the end of the nineteenth century.

Then came the blankets, and pillows cradle and the content machine did its job with care. My hand made colorful embroideries children.
Now my mother is not, but gave me a smile in remembrance. It is enough to make up a chain of colored thread in a vast blue sky.
I'm wonderful!
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