I enjoyed the weekend watching the bright world spin outside my windows while I sat at the sewing machine listening to the humming whir of the little motor pushing the fabric under the needle. It is soothing that sound. The patterns going on in the bed linens less so.
And besides I needed things. A new curtain for the kitchen. Hard-to-find cases for the body pillow. New potholders, the old ones are falling apart. The blue fabric in the potholders is from a well-worn shirt. The rest are vintage tablecloth scraps leftover from an apron I made a while back.
Simple things for a guerilla sewer like myself who can’t follow the easiest directions and likes to make up the rules as I go.
And now the picture I didn’t take of the JOY BUS speeding past me on Sunday. Its blue and white side panels freshly washed and gleaming in the morning light. In my rear view mirror I watch it approach. J-O-Y B-U-S spelled out in boxy red letters above its windshield. From the looks of things a bus full of clowns hitting the road in a tricked out former school bus- one of the big rounded kind with a domed roof and cartoon fenders. Then it speeds by and I see the faces of grinning kids, not clowns, up against the glass. So excited! I can feel it as they careen past on their way to someplace BIG.