My sewing machine has been seeing a lot of use in recent days. A lot of little projects begun and hastily finished seat-of-the-pants style.
Last night I was drifting off to meet Alexander Skarsgard for dinner when I snapped awake because I remembered I’d shut off the machine but I hadn’t unplugged it. You think that’s not a big deal. But I really hate being woken in the middle of an important meeting by a sewing machine that begins to run by itself. That’s never happened but I’m afraid it might.
Ghosts sew, right? And they’re confused by electrical plugs I think – something to do with an opposable thumb problem in the afterlife.
I was late for my meeting and missed Alex altogether. Had to make do with Mother Teresa. That would have been fine but she kept scolding me for unplugging the sewing machine.