The sewing machine had been given to her mother but it had become hers because her mother had been sewing and she was sewing and she was sewing and she was sewing and she was sewing.
Once she was finished with it, she didn’t know if it would work but she was proud of her sewing machine. It was not the best but it was not the worst either. She was sure the pillow was cool now. She took it off and placed it at the foot of the bed. Her heart broke at the sight. The pillow was wrinkled but her baby’s face was smiling.
She sighed and smiled back. She touched the face carefully with her fingertips. Then, she kissed it and laid it at the foot of the bed.
“Goodbye, sweet angel,” she said, “I hope your brother can find you.”
She went to bed at midnight but her dreams were horrible. The ghosts and shadows were screaming and her baby’s face was smiling at her. She woke up crying in the morning. She went to check her room but the pillow was not there. She sighed and looked at the pile of clothes. A big puddle of red silk was shining. She frowned and went to her sewing machine.
After finishing a quilt with lots of red silk scraps, she went to the fabric shop to buy a quilt pattern. It was for a wedding and she wanted a red and white pattern but there was no such pattern. She sighed and decided to go to the fabric shop to buy a simple pattern. A clerk picked her up by her hand to give her the pattern.
“I am sorry,” the clerk said, “but I cannot give you a red and white pattern. The color is too bright. This is your first quilt but you need a pattern for quilts. Otherwise, you could ruin the quilt. Here is a pattern for a simple quilt.”
She was surprised. It was not the right pattern at all. “Yes, I need a pattern for a simple quilt. I don’t know what I would do if I ruin a quilt I have been working on for years.”
“The pattern will work for you if you make sure to sew it on the machine and sew carefully,” he said. “But it is not the best pattern for a quilt. You need a pattern for quilts with lots of stitching.”
She looked at the pattern. It had the wrong color. And the quilt was too big. “I can make a quilt without a pattern,” she said, “but it won’t be a perfect quilt.”
The clerk frowned. “Please,” she begged, “I know it will be hard to make a quilt without a pattern but I have to do it. I made lots of quilts without a pattern and the patterns were not perfect. I have finished so many quilts but all of them are scarred by holes. I need a pattern for quilts with lots of stitches. Please.”
“My mother taught me how to make quilts,” he said, “but you need a pattern for a quilt with lots of stitches. The stitching is the pattern. I am sorry but I cannot give you a pattern for quilts with lots of stitches.”
“I am so sorry,” she cried, “but I have so many quilts and no money to buy a pattern. If you give me the pattern for a quilt with lots of stitches, I will make the quilt myself.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said, “I am sure.”
He frowned and went to look for a paper. He opened it and found a pattern with lots of stitches. He handed it to her. “Here is the pattern for a quilt with lots of stitches,” he said, “but you will not like it. It is very simple.”
“Please,” she begged, “I know it will be hard but I need a pattern for a quilt with lots of stitches.”
“I am sorry but I cannot give you a pattern for quilts with lots of stitches,” he said. “The stitching is the pattern. I am sorry but I cannot give you a pattern for quilts with lots of stitches. The stitching is the pattern. I am sorry but I cannot give you a pattern for quilts with lots of stitches. The stitching is the pattern. I am sorry but I cannot give you a pattern for quilts with lots of stitches.”
“Goodbye, sweet angel,” she said. “I hope your brother can find you.”
She went to bed at midnight but her dreams were horrible. The ghosts and shadows were screaming and her baby’s face was smiling at her. She woke up crying and took her sewing machine with her to her sewing room.
One day, she decided to go to the mountains. She had two quilts with her. One was her favorite quilt made by her mother. The other was a quilt she had bought to make for her brother. The quilt she bought was not beautiful but she had decided to keep it anyway. She would stitch the quilt herself. She had bought the fabric she needed to make her own quilt and the quilt she was stitching now was for her brother.
She went to the mountains. She sat down on a hill overlooking the town and began to stitch.
With every stitch, she could see her brother. The quilt was made of silk. It was red and white. The quilt had lots of stitches.
The stitching was slow. After she finished stitching the quilt, she hung it on a wall in her bedroom. She would never allow anyone else to use the quilt.
She decided to go to the mountains every year. She made more quilts. The stitches were still very slow but she liked the quilts she made. The quilts were made from cotton and they were more beautiful than the quilt she made for her brother.
One day, the mailman came to the door with a package. He said, “Sweet angel, please take this package home and sew it. The stitching is very good.”
“Thank you, angel,” she said.
The sewing machine was supposed to sew. It did sew but it also sewed other things. The sewing machine changed from sewing fabric to stitching things. The sewing machine kept sewing even when she sewed things that she liked, fabric with a pattern.
Her sewing machine stayed in her sewing room and the sewing room was in the basement.
The sewing machine had been given to her mother but it had become hers because her mother had been sewing and she was sewing and she was sewing and she was sewing and she was sewing.
One day, the sewing machine made a mistake. It sewed a hole in the quilt. She went to look for a piece of cloth she could sew around the hole. The sewing machine sewed the hole into the cloth. She could not sew the cloth back together.
The sewing machine sewed a hole into her favorite quilt.
The quilt had become ugly. She could not sew the stitching back together.
Her sewing machine made the mistake so she had to keep the sewing machine until she could fix the sewing machine.
The sewing machine kept sewing other things and it kept sewing other things.
The sewing machine sewed other things and the sewing machine sewed other things.
The sewing machine made the mistake so she had to keep the sewing machine.
Her brother had gone to the mountains. He had made lots of quilts. He had stitches lots of stitches. He made lots of stitches in his quilts but his stitches were not wonderful stitches. They were lots of stitches. He made stitches even though his stitches were not wonderful stitches. He did not make stitches because he could not sew a stitch. His stitches were not wonderful stitches because he made stitches with the sewing machine.
“The stitching machine sewed the stitches you want to make, not the stitches you really want to make.”
She would sew the stitches she wanted to make.
One day, her brother had a sewing machine that was different from the sewing machine she had. The sewing machine her brother had was beautiful. The sewing machine her brother had was not beautiful. It was a machine with lots of stitches. The sewing machine her brother had was like a sewing machine made for sewing quilts.
Her brother had stitches lots of stitches.
One day, her brother came home with lots of sewing needles.
He took all of the sewing needles that she had and he put them in his sewing machine.
The sewing needle needles made stitches. They were needles that made stitches.
He took all of the sewing needles and put them in his sewing machine.
He took all of the sewing needles and put them in the sewing machine that she was sewing her quilts with.
The sewing needle came out of her sewing machine and she could sew a stitch.
