before I Unraveled him. Literally.
I don’t sew. Really. But man, do I love fabrics. So, I got my mother’s 1970’s Singer fixed. I’m terrified of the thing.
I started the first of my grandchildren’s Easter Bunnies. The ears came out extremely wonky, the face almost distorted. I unraveled the thread and started over. And started over. And, started over, my patience unravelling with the orange thread.
But now, I’m done. I know it’s not perfect but, as I like to say, if it was perfect, nobody would believe I’d created it.
Okay, back to working on my latest manuscript….
Patience is a virtue, the empress to us all
I yell to her, I seek her aid
But she ignores my call.
She jumps across a sage-lined fence
And into waters swell
My hope is that I catch her soon
And, then, my breath as well.
Daily Prompt: Elicit