She had sat every evening hunched over the machine, faithful dog at her feet, for the last 6 weeks, such was her desperation to get this special order ready.
She muttered and blamed the vintage fabric every time the material bunched up, but in reality it was her tiredness that was causing these increasingly frequent mistakes.
Glancing up as the old clock chimed in another hour, she saw that it had been another late night, but finally she had cut the last thread on the label that she had lovingly hand stitched on.
She touched each square and didn't see each pattern or colour, but rather in amongst a myriad of textures; her husband's favourite gardening shirt, the blanket her children used to build imaginary forts and the curtains kept back from their nursery.
Her memories were suddenly interrupted by the insistent ringing of the phone, with clumsy fingers she answered and placed the phone to her ear to hear the ecstatic voice of her son crying "Hello Grandma!"
In a bid to develop my writing skills, I am taking part in Lillie McFerrin's weekly "Five Sentence Fiction" Link up. This week's prompt is "FABRIC"
Please pop over to her site to read the other great submissions