Carol H Tucker Passionate about knowledge management and organizational development, expert in loan servicing, virtual world denizen and community facilitator, and a DISNEY fan
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beladona Memorial Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
Today is the 5th day of the 42nd week the 21st day of the 10th month, the 294th day of 2021 [with only 64 shopping days until Christmas, which isn’t funny at all], and:
I don’t sew as much as I did at one point in my life. For one thing, I spend most of my free time online these days and seldom watch TV. You see, much of the sewing, knitting, embroidering, etc that I did was while sitting in front of the TV, especially since I didn’t have control over the remote. For another thing, my sewing machine broke and I’ve never replaced it. And lastly, my hands cramp these days if I try and hold the needle too long.
Be that as it may, I still have my sewing box. And, like anyone who has sewn clothing, in that sewing box is a button box. A rather LARGE button box. Full of buttons that I bought because I liked them and would use them someday. Buttons that I bought from a fabric store because they were unusual. Buttons that I bought at a flea market. Buttons that I cut off of garments before trashing them. Buttons that come with clothing as spares. Buttons from my grandmothers’ and my mother’s sewing boxes. Big buttons, old buttons, glittery buttons, leather buttons -- some even have wisps of threads hanging from them….
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