I feel as though I have been waiting for months. The time is passing by so slow. My machine is sitting in a cold dark room waiting to be fixed, nothing like it is used to. The bright colored fabric that once passed over its cold white body is feeling far from home, wishing, waiting for it to come back soon. I am so saddened and know how ridiculous all this must sound, but I love what I do and I am waiting... waiting... and waiting to do it again. Just 2 more days.... OK you all can laugh now :)
That was kind of silly!