"Witch Thread to Pick"
Because apparently, I should write. This is for you, random Reddit user.
"My god" She thought, rubbing her temples and staring at a dimly lit sewing table, scattered with various sizes and colors of fabric. It looked like a puzzle she considered - just waiting to have the stray pieces pushed together in harmony to create the finished picture. A picture she couldn't imagine. An idea she couldn't grasp. A project the she spent hours picking out the color scheme, scrolling endlessly for inspiration, and sitting in the dark cutting squares for what felt like years, only to be brought to a complete standstill by the idea of starching. She stood up and did a lap around the room, only to end up back in her cahir. She pushed her glasses up as she rubbed her eyes and took a sip of her tea.
Of course, it was 3am. Most people were sleeping right now, and she too should be sleeping. But her detailed array of selected colors no longer matched. Was the red fabric this purple when she bought it? When did the ivory start to look yellow? In defeat she leaned back in her chair and sighed. Maybe her boyfriend didn't deserve a quilt for Christmas. She knew for sure he definitely didn't deserve starching of any kind.
Who knew a month of scrolling on r/quilting would lead to this moment. She sure didn't. She reached over and petted her cat perched a top the ironing board. Someone had to supervise this creative disaster, and she was grateful that he was quiet and only gave passing judgemental looks if she was too loud.
Her supervisor stared on silently as she got the starch down from the shelf. She flipped on the iron and murmured words of bitter love, and out-right promises of murder if the project was ever completed. Her boss, bless his heart - offered soft encouragement towards her wrath as he purred pleasantly.
"I have to at least get the pattern laid before bed." She informed him. A time frame she gave herself, yet acted as if the repercussions of not following the timeline we're worth loosing her sleep over. She begrudgingly pushed the scraps to the side again and started over....
