One thing you need to know about me is I love starting new hobbies. The joy of learning something new and being able to teach myself a new trick or trade.. just really warms my crafty soul. I have always been that kind of person too. At a young age I made worry dolls. Definition: Clothes pins wrapped in thread with weird hair glued to them. Gosh I loved making those creepy little guys. I thought for sure that someday I would be running a multimillion dollar worry doll company. But, what I didn't know as a 10 year old aspiring wooden stick wrapper was.. there really isn't a market for such craft. So.. I packed up my string, threw a rug over my marker ruined carpet, pulled apart my glued fingers, and set out looking for my next craft mission. I, of course, went through all of the craft phases.. friendship bracelets, those weird beads you melt together to make a picture.. and of course everyone's favorite. sand art. I swear every window seal in our house had stacked sand in some container that nobody really knew what its shape was. No matter the phase, or you know when I "grew up," I kept my love for hobbies rolling strong... even through high school. Hey, somebody has to decorate for those gaudy dances. ;)
College was a weird time for my hobbies. I was in interior design school.. so the crafting possibilities were endless. The classes gave me my tons of room to stretch my skill sets. I glued and created until I was blue in the face.. which was probably blue paint that got away from me. I, of course, later on, got my teaching degree.. which was just forever honing my bossing abilities and my unique way of turning a wire coat hanger into a planetarium.
I could seriously rattle on and on about this.. crafting: my only area of expertise, but I will spare you from all the pleasantries. This is about one hobby. The one that stands the test of time. The one hobby that dates back centuries.. and that is.................wood carving. Uhhh.. not... not this chick. I will steer clear of that one. I am talking about sewing! I am sure you already "pieced" that together though. Hummmmm.. a sewing joke. Maybe. Did you get it? I don't know. Jokes weren't my hobby, clearly.
I have ALWAYS wanted to be able to sew. I mean like, when I was gluing my worry dolls together and make these elaborate outfits from string.. I could only imagine how great they would look in sewed masterpieces. But, I never took the time to really focus on that. Now that I am a wife and mother, I thought to myself. Self.. you must sew. So, being a compliant person (husband would laugh at that) I got my first sewing machine. I of course watched a truckload of YouTube videos, and was very attentive through the instructional dvd that came with the machine. I knew I could do it..
Bobbin, Check. Thread. Check. Foot peddle. Favorite part. Check. And you know, all that other sewing jargon I won't bore you with (partly because I have already forgotten it.)
Alrighty Sarah.. you are ready to sew.. My first project, Christmas ornaments for Jonah's little felt tree. After about 40 hours.. (yeah it seemed like it) The sweat dripped from my brow, I smelled like a bag of Cheetos, my hands were shaking, my eyes were bulged out from trying to thread that dumb needle, and I was so on edge that my family almost skipped Christmas. When I finally finished it was 2020 and we were living in a spaceship.. Ok yeah kidding. But seriously, IT took forreevveerrrrrr. Afterwards they looked GREAT. yeah right. lol.. they were a messssss. I did the best job I could have.. what did I do wrong?? I guess I am just not cut out for this sewing business.
So, I packed up my latest hobby.. and decided to take a break for awhile.. well at least until I could see again. ;)
You know that feeling when you hit that perfect find at a thrift store.. It is like the stars aligned just for you. Well in my case, It was a perfect hunter green suit for Jonah. The perfect size, and barely worn. I'll take that. Thank you $6 for buying me this perfect little thing. I realized after the initial try on, the pants are going to need hemmed. They were WAYYYYYyyy too long.. and our kid is a giant. Clearly tiny suits run different than every other type of clothes. How would I do this? Oh wait!! Lightbulb! I can hem pants! (said with sheer confidence) I am a seamstress you know.. So I blow the dust off of ole Bessie (It had been two weeks, maybe I should dust more) get out all of my tools, and prepare for my biggest project yet.
After 3 broken needles, 2 band aids, a few choice words thought up in my head, oh and a tear that just got stuck on my cheek.. I finished my first hemming. They looked great! Ok.. you know I'm kidding right. I could never do this.. and for some reason.. my blind stupidity made me thing I could. I ripped the seam from both pants legs.. sewed one leg to the other, shortened one leg by about 7", and put about 4 billion holes in these perfect hunter green pants.. I came to a gut wrenching and stark reality. I really can't sew. Needless to say, the pants are now in a hefty trash bag somewhere in the Ohio River.. (PSA: I did not litter.)
The moral of this story.. No matter how much confidence you have, you probably can't sew... :)
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