I stitch into the evening/night, crossed legged on bed, stretching numb muscles at intervals. Sitting like this hurts a bit now, the ageing process giving me a nudge, my right knee complains especially. Hours of work looks like nothing (but is something).
The sheet becomes increasingly cumbersome, buttons weighty, creating tension in the cloth. The tension makes placing buttons not too close/not too far from each other a challenge.
The sheet drapes across my arm, hugging, buttons clack and shimmer.
The precious Lenor scent fades as I work, a loss.
Progress traced in grey zigzags.
