Hear that? The gentle whirring sound? You may mistake it for the gentle purr of a sewing machine ... but it is much more than that.
It's the sweet sound of productivity.
The small sewing desk in our bedroom is finally clean. This evening I diligently worked my way through the piles. What do I have to show for my labour? My son has two "new" pairs of shorts. My daughter has one as well. A sweater and a dress are now mended. My dear husband's shirts are ironed and neatly hung away.
I can finally enjoy my uncluttered desk in peace.