It began with a thought that led to a search. By noon I was sitting on the floor of the room surrounded by patterns and fabric; mind whirling with ideas and plans.
The cutting mat was set up as patterns were placed and traced.
The evening came as different parts became a whole; seems were sewn and hems were stitched. Darkness fell as lace was added to trim here and there.
There she sat- the little prairie girl in her best homespun. Her bonnet gathered round her face with a brim to shade from the sun. A dress of gathers and lace just right for her happy farm day. Here in a day a pretty prairie doll came to be.
As my hands worked diligently at the machine a busy woodpecker could be heard just outside my window. Hammer and tap; he skittered about the old oak tree searching and gathering while I was stitching and tacking.
The end of the day brought quiet peace; the woodpecker stopped his chores and the sewing machine fell silent. Our task finished. A beautiful result left...