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Back home, I loaded the bobbin—a remarkably satisfying process. And talk about a time machine: That electro-mechanical hum transported me to my childhood. I was there, in our extra bedroom, standing as still as a 7-year-old could, my mom fussing with a hem or making an elaborate halloween costume. I was at my grandmother’s, helping her sift through reams and reams of patterns and half-finished projects she’d collected through the years. Memories long dormant took on shape like a cactus awaiting water in the desert.