...and I don't just mean the Singer 4212 sewing machine pedal:
Lately, I have seen very little of my loverly wife. I most often am finding her with her head tucked under the sewing machine, needle and thread whirring away, working with clock-like precision...but on what?
I have a theory that she's about to open her much-rumored Etsy store, and is trying to make sure that she has enough stock to sustain the madhouse of a rush that is going to happen once she opens her electronic doors.
But that's just a guess. I only live with her, so I may be wrong... =^)