A Bit of Heaven

My sewing machine has maintained a constant "whir" of late.  You know the sound the machine makes as it sews yards and yards of ruffled lace unto fabric.    

Oh dear family, it is not my fault that there might be a "speck" of dirt on the floor, or "a load" of laundry that is not clean. Ruffles combined with sewing is very hypnotic. It is a trance-like experience of which, I'm sure, I have no control. I might just need a doctor. 
 

Until I am cured, sewing shall continue to hold my attention. Honestly, I don't mind at all.   

Blessings to all of you!
Ele Erickson