All of the Sibes in our family have had really important jobs in Mom's Studio, and I've decided I need to figure out mine will be! Cammie, Mom's "calming influence and great company", said I need to do what comes naturally to me. Hmm.
|"Whatcha doing, Mom? Quilting a denim bag, huh? Cool."|
I like to be right in the middle of the action, preferably touching Mom, so I positioned myself under her chair at the machine. It was pretty cool. And there's this den-like area sort of between Mom and the sewing machine, under the table and chair.
|"This is nice. Almost - dare I say? - like a box."|
I love to den. Dens make me feel so peaceful. Sleepy, even.
|"I feel so ... sleeeeeeepppp--NO! Must focus! I'm here to work!!!"|
Then I saw what Mom was doing. There's a pedal on the floor - sort of like in a car. She drives the machine with that. Since it was right there in my den, I thought ...
|"Keep your footy-foot here, Mom. I'll drive the machine!"|
It was cool! I laid on Mom's foot, then pressed down on the pedal. She got all kinds of excited, so I think she might be happy with my first choice of jobs - Machine Driver! We're heading back into the Studio this afternoon. I hope she'll let me drive again! I just may have found my calling!