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.
The fact is that I keep beautiful memories of when I learned to sew with it, for example when I did that dress carnival pieces. My mother was an accomplice of my folly and encouraged me to do it and I was the girl ... happiest.
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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