Twas the day before New Year's, when all through the house
Machines were not humming or making a blouse.
The velvets were hung by the leathers with care
In hope that free time soon would be there.
Hubbie was nestled all snug in our bed
while visions of garments danced in my head.
I in my Jammies and Dad in his sweats decided
No party on New Years was as good as it gets.
When down in the basement their came such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my bunker I flew like a flash
Tore open the closet and eyed my great stash.
The glow of my Ott lite on cleaned closet shelves
showed amazing order put forth by the elves.
And what to my wandering eyes would appear?
Visions of fabric so vast and so dear.
There were fleeces all rolled and labeled with care
in hopes that my fingers would make things I'd share.
There were boucles all begging for Chanel's nimble skills
and 100% linen was giving me thrills.
When up on my shelves my eyes did alight
to find glass jars of fibers reflecting the light.
There were laces and ribbons and sequins galore
and sewing such beauties was surely in store.
I found angelina and rovings
all bundled with care,
and splendiferous threads with no room to spare.
Drawers were all perfect with scissors at rest
and tools made for marking ones marks at their best.
Buttonhole chisels, silk ribbons too, glass headed pins
asking "what do we do?"
Polies and silk take up space by the knits.
Their sparkly gleam giving shivering fits.
Then there were doilies and gingham so square.
With so much to sew there is no time to spare.
Bottomweights share a really tight space,
A perfect pants pattern will they ever grace?
Why, here are my fingers on hands that are eager
to stitch and create, even projects quite meager.
They'l move on the fabric with speed so unknown
Productivity will blossom with items I've sewn.
It's time to get dreaming of what I will do
with all I've been blessed with. How about you?
Here's hoping your New Year will be one that's bright
and loaded with sewing far into the night.
Happy New Year to all with more sewing in sight.....Bunny Pepin
Machines were not humming or making a blouse.
The velvets were hung by the leathers with care
In hope that free time soon would be there.
Hubbie was nestled all snug in our bed
while visions of garments danced in my head.
I in my Jammies and Dad in his sweats decided
No party on New Years was as good as it gets.
When down in the basement their came such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my bunker I flew like a flash
Tore open the closet and eyed my great stash.
The glow of my Ott lite on cleaned closet shelves
showed amazing order put forth by the elves.
And what to my wandering eyes would appear?
Visions of fabric so vast and so dear.
There were fleeces all rolled and labeled with care
in hopes that my fingers would make things I'd share.
There were boucles all begging for Chanel's nimble skills
and 100% linen was giving me thrills.
When up on my shelves my eyes did alight
to find glass jars of fibers reflecting the light.
There were laces and ribbons and sequins galore
and sewing such beauties was surely in store.
I found angelina and rovings
all bundled with care,
and splendiferous threads with no room to spare.
Drawers were all perfect with scissors at rest
and tools made for marking ones marks at their best.
Buttonhole chisels, silk ribbons too, glass headed pins
asking "what do we do?"
Polies and silk take up space by the knits.
Their sparkly gleam giving shivering fits.
Then there were doilies and gingham so square.
With so much to sew there is no time to spare.
Bottomweights share a really tight space,
A perfect pants pattern will they ever grace?
Why, here are my fingers on hands that are eager
to stitch and create, even projects quite meager.
They'l move on the fabric with speed so unknown
Productivity will blossom with items I've sewn.
It's time to get dreaming of what I will do
with all I've been blessed with. How about you?
Here's hoping your New Year will be one that's bright
and loaded with sewing far into the night.
Happy New Year to all with more sewing in sight.....Bunny Pepin