On a recent quest to the fabric shop for some wooden clothespins, I found myself steering the cart up and down the aisles of fabrics, dreaming of the different things I would love to make. I even picked up a pretty bundle of fat quarters and almost tossed it into my cart before reminding myself that I do not know how to sew, and reluctantly putting it back.
Sewing is something I have always wanted to learn how to do. I took a couple of classes in high school, but I didn’t have a machine at home to practice on, and I also never felt like I was very good at the work I was doing in class. Due to my lack of confidence, I always just wrote sewing off as something that was for other people, not me. I figured it was too technical for me, and that I would be better off sticking with painting and drawing. Every time a friend would show me a sewn project I would say things like: “I could never do that!” or “You are so lucky you can sew/knit/crochet/etc.”
As my thirtieth birthday approaches me, I have begun to rethink some of the things that I had ruled out for myself. Why can’t I sew? Well, only because I haven’t let myself try. After high school, I just gave up.
Now I am un-giving up.
I have decided to start sewing. It will be slow going at first because I don’t own a machine and will have to borrow the use of my Mother’s, but perhaps that is best for me right now because it will get to be a special treat until I have a chance to get a better feel for it.
My first projects are going to be making curtains for our apartment with the help of my mother, making stockings for Hubby, Simon and I for this Christmas, and making a fabric advent calendar. I am so excited to begin!