Saturday, July 08, 2006

The Sewing Machine

I saw a small, battery-operated sewing machine at Hoya. It was pink and it could really sew. I looked at it and drooled. I was twelve or thirteen and I liked to make clothes for my doll. I asked my mom questions about it. She said it was too expensive for a toy and I could hurt myself with the needle. She told me a story of grandma, who had a needle of a sewing machine jammed into her forefinger. It must be very difficult for parents to say no to their children. I know this because my mother never forgot that sewing machine. One day she bought me a miniature sewing machine. It was not pink, but it was tiny and it could really sew. I was thirty when she bought it for me. ((((((:

1 comment:

Daffodil said...

i really like this story....