I need my sewing machine. You know, the one I haven't used in about two years.
I have a general idea of its location.
Yep, under that stuff.
Granted, this is only one slice of the picture since I didn't step back and take a wide-angle shot, so multiply this by three or four widths.
Somewhere, at the bottom of this, is the box with my sewing machine.
The sewing machine I could use to hem the three layers of pretty fabric for the table cover for Saturday's show. . .
I hate sewing by hand.
Yards of hem.
I hate hemming.
I think I'll drop by the store and buy a pack of hand sewing needles.
That's going to be quicker.