I thought we could use a fun post on here, so here’s a fun
thing that I’ve been doing:
About a year ago I bought a sewing machine. Since I hadn’t used a sewing machine
since Home Ec in eighth grade (thanks for everything, Mrs. Stolberg), I got
intimidated by, um, loading the bobbin, so I put it in the closet (isn't that where all scary things live?) and decided I
would take a class before I faced it.
I looked into classes but never got around to taking
one. Well. My roommate, Chrissy, happens to be a
crafty little minx and she helped me get it out and get the bobbins loaded and
get the thing threaded. Then she
helped me figure out what I was doing wrong when I made a few novice errors. And
she was only a little bossy.
I started with a dishtowel project I had pinned on Pinterest
(that particular “pin” was actually the deciding factor in me buying the machine
in the first place). It’s actually
the only thing I’ve made so far, but I’ve made a few of them and they’re super
fun. I’ve even ironed (you have to
when you sew, and I’m a seamstress now.
I sew.). One of my favorite things about doing this was that it was creative, but it also made me feel so woman-ish. It made me think of all of the women in my life that had helped teach me to sew and had sewn things for me to wear growing up (like Aunt Neecee, and my Granny, and Aunt Cindy, and Fran Collie, to name a few) and I felt like I was joining in their ranks in some small way. I had a great time!
Sewing. And I have a Sonic Coke Zero with Vanilla. Always. |
Finished with the Polka Dot part. I'm pretty proud! I sewed! |
The finished product. |
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