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An Open Letter to My Sewing Machine Power Chord

An Open Letter to My Sewing Machine Power Chord:
(not as good as McSweeney's Open Letters)

I thought we had a good thing going, you, me, and the sewing machine. But now you are gone, and I am left abandoned and confused, not knowing what exactly went wrong.

I never left you plugged in longer than strictly necessary, and always folded you gently and tenderly when putting you away.

Did you feel used? Neglected? Jealous of the seemingly deeper relationship I had with the sewing machine?

Why didn't you say something? Anything? You just sat there, dark, silent, and passive. You never gave any indication that you were unhappy with our arrangement, or that you expected more.

Maybe if you had been more open, maybe if I had been more attentive, it would have never come to this.

But we miss you, the sewing machine and I. Our creativity is dampened without you. There has been no hemming, mending, darning, or creating without you. Things are not the same between us, either. You were the glue the held our trio together.

Please come home.