As the light of the sun walks towards it’s lowest point, new cycles start to emerge in my mind, bringing enthusiasm and joy.

A bright project starts to unfold from both my imagination and my hands. Slowly stitching, deeply burrowed in the sofa, hours float by in split seconds and white cloth of a myriad of textures takes shape as beautiful garments full of intention.


My new companion in this adventure is here. And what a lovely old lady she is! This beautiful hand cranked Singer sewing machine is a [ not! ] mere 112 yeards old! I can only imagine what she has made and the hands that have touched her before mine…

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