Meditation on a Seam
Nights were salted with the pock- and-punch-punch-punch of sewing needles on cloth, the crease and rustle of pattern paper outlining arms and bodices of other women who’d wear […]
Nights were salted with the pock- and-punch-punch-punch of sewing needles on cloth, the crease and rustle of pattern paper outlining arms and bodices of other women who’d wear […]