In high school we had the option of signing up for home economics or shop. Boys chose shop, girls chose home economics. Being contrarian by nature, and thinking this might be a good way of meeting boys- I signed up for Shop. I made a very nice wooden stool shaped like a turtle- but I didn't make any love connections. Since that time, I have completely and utterly regretted my decision.
I love clothes! I love fabric! What was I thinking!
I finally found a way to make right that bad adolescent choice I made 25 (or more) years ago. I signed up for an online sewing class! I am so excited, I can't wait to go shopping for my fabrics:-) My husband bought me a machine for my birthday two years ago - and I have used it, but teaching myself has many drawbacks. I have made some lovely playscapes for my daughter, some very funny hats, a couple of wall hangings, and I have hemmed a few pairs of pants. I also have many projects that I have begun- and never finished. Button holes and zippers are daunting tasks that I haven't drummed up the courage to attempt. So, here I go. Of course with working full time, taking care of two small children under 4, teaching, having a relationship with my husband and friends, and trying to still make some art- I will get even less sleep. But who needs sleep! I am too excited! Think of the possibilities!
My machine... I should think of a suitable name for her. Have you named your sewing machine?
Who taught you how to sew?