Sewing and Thinking . . . Again my mind wanders to the "way back machine" . . . back to a past job . . . to waking early to do my hair and make-up . . . to dressing up . . . and arriving at work to hear "do you realize your hair is parted wrong?" or "the girls don't like the color of that green dress" . . . . just seems like no matter what, there's always someone who has to pick you apart . . .