Lydia took this photograph of me as I paused during some sewing on Thursday night. I was making a curtain for Eli’s new apartment and trying to solve some problems as I went. I’m guessing that, at this moment, I was thinking something through.

I like how the folds of my hand and the folds of the fabric seem to merge. I also like the presence of the word “Singer” in the image while at the same time my fist is scrunched up over my mouth.