A couple of nights ago I went to bed early and realized that the sound of Steph’s sewing machine had stopped. She’s been working at the dining room table, which is in the center of the house, and out of consideration for my sleep she had stopped production on her Fabric Doll outfits.
The next morning I suggested she move the whole operation into the Family Room which has a sliding door, fireplace and TV. What more could a factory worker want?
I think she likes it, and I don’t hear nuttin…
Fashion designers of the future. Tell Steph she must be a great (as in wonderful) grandmother… and very talented.
(PS: We got the house.)