wool, fabric, sperm

Next to the couch I am sitting on is another couch covered in bags. Wool bags, fabric bags, felt bags. The sewing machine has been fixed and if I had my way I would spend the next few weeks stitching and knitting until the wee hours of the morning. I feel crafty. I feel fertile. Give me some fabric and give me some sperm. Not together. I am in touch with the womanly side of myself. I want to make.