Last night, I had a dream that some guy stole this beauty:
It's my sewing machine that used to by my mom's, and I'm pretty sure it's older than I am.
I woke up crying.
CRYING.
I didn't think I was that attached to my 30-year-old machine, but then I remembered this video that Andrea and I made a couple of years ago:
Maybe I am.
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