I never imagined life would be this good.

I'm just like every other pretend sewing machine. I left the workshop hoping for a perfect match.

I spent my journey through the mail wishing for a sweet little seamstress with a big imagination. I made my way across the U.S. dreaming of doll clothes, puffy pillows, and tiny handmade purses. I hoped, but wondered if it would ever happen to me.

What if my little girl only wanted to sew lines of stitches? What if she got bored of me? Or even worse, what if she didn't like to sew?

Then I arrived on Miss C.'s doorstep. We started with alterations, moved on to diapers and now we're working on a quilt!

Sew on, girl.

My career is really taking off.

Miss C. gave me a promotion this week. I  used to be an ordinary building block, but now I'm a steam iron at her sewing table. This is going to look fantastic on my resume.

What will it be today?

Yesterday, we whipped up some diapers for Miss C.'s bears. The day before that we did a few alterations to some clothes she had outgrown.

Today? Who knows what she's got up her sleeve... maybe we'll try out the buttonhole stitch or make some doll clothes. I hope she figures it out soon... the suspense is killing me!

Psst...

I know your mommy said not to play with her sewing stuff, but don't you think it would be fun to try out her sewing machine?

Just this once...