“What on earth do you think about all that time?”
My husband is nothing if not astonished by his typically impatient wife, painstakingly sewing row after row of tiny tucks, without the distraction of television or music.
I shrug my answer. But for the next few minutes I try to keep track of my thoughts, instead of submitting to the Zen of one stitch followed by another. In order, they were:
Where to put my needle for the next stitch
The size of the previous stitch
Whether I should take out the last five stitches and make them more even
What the words to Bohemian Rhapsody actually mean
How long before I can sit in the sun on my porch and drink wine with my husband
How long a person should struggle with a knot before just cutting her losses, and the thread
Whether there’s really that much difference in calories between fat free and 2% cottage cheese
How this kind of sewing was ever able to be done by lamplight
How bad my eyes are getting with age
Where my cat has gotten off to
Who will replace Hamilton at Mercedes if he leaves after this season
What doll I’d really like to buy next, if given the chance
Why they don’t make great Westerns any more
Yep. Basically nonsense. But I learned something interesting. I learned what I DON’T think about:
Politics
COVID
The persistent ringing in my left ear
All hail the perfect Zen of hand sewing. . .
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