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Recently I sent my whole fabric and yarn collection home with my parents. I emptied out two trunks and a drawer, freeing space for extra sweaters and books. We even agreed to send home my sewing machine. "I don't need it this semester" I declaired proudly. "I'll be too busy with my senior project."

It's Saturday and a I found myself scrambling for fabric scraps at the back of my closet. Rummaging through the downstairs living room, I spotted a gleam of white under the breakfast table. The relief was overwhelming. They didn't take it! I carried my machine up to my bedroom, cuddling it to my chest.

I swear I'll do some of my senior project first. Then just a few quilt squares. I swear.