Who sews, sue sews!

Even though I´ve been really, really tired lately (many recent complaints about that on my other blog), I have become a sewing demon lately. I have not only started and finished one project, I have nearly finished two others. I love sewing! Who knew?

Sewing for me is a a little intimidating. My mom is the expert on this and she always had a sewing room. Growing up I'd play in the room while she sewed and I'd make doll clothes. Mom always wanted me to sew to and she often threatened offered to buy me a machine and has I think every year since my 10th birthday. I have always hated that she wanted to do that and I always replied with "oh god no!" or something along those lines because the idea of being caught sewing made me feel like the girls I saw with their mothers in the fabric stores (their mother made their clothes ::shudder::) and I was secretly frightened of turning into that girl. I was always too cool for sewing and I did not want to do something my mother wanted me to do because that would have made her happy--as if ! When I´d go out and buy curtains for an apartment or a little house I was renting with my boyfriend my mom would always say "if you had a machine honey you could make those so easily" (cue twenty-something eye roll).

Now that I´m older and wiser I see that sewing is adddictive and fun. I have enough chops from being around it all my life too know pretty much what I´m doing. I hope I can continue to know what I´m doing but if not there is always the internet where there are a ton of projects (and of course there is good old mom).

Soooo it seems that sewing is in my blood after all! I totally surprised myself last night because I actually jammed the machine with a huge ball of black, tangled thread and I was able to take it apart all by myself with a screwdriver and very calmly fix it. All that hanging out around sergers and Singers has rubbed off on me after all.

Mom will be proud.