Originally Posted by mar32428
When I get to the pearly gates, I'm going to have a sewing machine in each hand and a cart tied to my back end with my stash.
Oh no. I wasn't planning on doing this... but now I'm going to have to tell you all about my dream. Here goes.
I dreamed that I died and went to heaven. It MUST have been heaven, because someone greeted me, and brought me into a room full of the most gorgeous fabric I had ever seen. (I think it was Hoffmans, with lots of metallics.) And there was a sewing machine, just like my beloved old Singer. And they told me, "Sit down, make yourself at home, go sew some Christmas tree skirts." Great! So I launched right into it. And from time to time, they brought me more fabrics. Each bolt more beautiful than the last. But after a while I realized that the bolts never got empty. And I never got done with the task. And that I wasn't actually in heaven after all, I was in my own private, tailor-made version of hell. And what was worst of all was that I
couldn't even tell the difference!!
What can this mean???