I am amazed at how far the threads of my of my projects spread throughout my house, and how far they travel. I pick them off my children, but I am sure a few have traveled to school. I find them on my husbands shirts. I remove them from my pants before I run to the store. They seem to cling to our dog, Abby, as she keeps me company while I sew and while the threads fall. Perhaps the threads that fly away while I stitch at the park are now part of a birdie nest, a very fashionable one I am sure!
So Aamon's comment reminded me that threads are the most important part of what I do and love, as well as what holds us together... the threads of life: love, faith, family...
