But no longer. Her sewing room hung with ribbons of wash, and as I ducked under the tiny flags, I wondered where I was in time. She had looked up as I came in, but now she was back at the sewing machine, the machine humming along, a string of wash unloading itself from the back of the sewing machine. She stopped the machine in the needle down position, probably to protect whatever new world she was sewing. I learned it in class.
Some people call it chaining or assembly line piecing.
She's always giving me little sewing lectures. They're all patches pieced together. It saves time and tons of thread. I had to ask her that first. Then I would ask her the serious questions.