Gathering together the sewing items my mom had let me borrow, I proceeded to thread the needle and layed out the pants I wanted to hem. All the while, I chatted happily to my husband about how I should buy a sewing machine and how I could create my own pillows, aprons, and even placemants out of fabric I had chosen myself. What a lovely, short-lived dream it was.
Within 30 minutes, I had managed to snap my thread twice, knot it once, and and prick my finger… well… a few more times than I would have cared to. Ten minutes after that, I finished one pant leg. Three more to go. Halfway through the second pant leg, I ran out of thread and proceeded in tying it to a new piece of thread just so I wouldn’t have to start over. (Hey, mistakes don’t count if no one can see them). Finally done one pair of pants, I studied them critically and came to the conclusion that anyone who studied the bottom of my pant-legs closely enough to notice the uneven stitches had just way too much time on their hands. By the time I started my second pair of pants, I had concluded that I hated sewing and that next time, I would pay the $5 to have a seamstress do it for me. As for the pillows, aprons, and placemants I had envisioned, I now saw them on store shelves.
But now that I’m done, I feel a sense of accomplishment, and — hey — I saved $10! Maybe, with lots of practice and tons of patience, I could make a pillow someday. It could happen! But for now, I’m so happy to be writing, because I can just hit the backspace if I make a mistake. 🙂