While thinking back on the figurative threads that run through my life, I realize that, literally, thread has always been a part of my life. It feels like I've always known how to sew.
It started with this sampler when I was 5.
I had the best-dressed dolls on the block.
The Batman Quilt, my unfinished nemesis.
Costumes, even hats!
The Modern Major General hat.
Recently, the threads are bound up in mending. Frank's favorite Nirvana and Pink Floyd t-shirts, ripped at the shoulders. My husband's pants, ordered 2 inches too long and why didn't he just return them? And Ernest, well for Ernest I have been repairing luggage. A duffel bag, a backpack, and now the saxophone case.
I've always been a fixer.
How about you? What threads have run through your life?