Thoughts of sewing lace on a fine piece of delicate fabric. Tiny leather shoes with silk ribbons. I was ironing and my thoughts were actively imagining sewing for a lovely doll. I was facing my dolls lined up on the cabinet and I looked into their faces. I wondered which one I could sew for? Or should I pine for a new one? It was this thing of a new doll that always so deeply sparked my imagination and I have not had that in such a long time. Was this the problem? Was this what I was missing? Yet, I know that it only begets wanting the next one and the continuation of the hunt and find and possess…only to want to do it all over again…and again.