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Displaced Stay At Home Californian in rural N. Carolina

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Saturday, January 26, 2013

Sewing

I really really really hate sewing.  I have always hated sewing as long as I can remember.  I am probably not that bad at it but my hatred for it and my lack of interest in improving at it has prompted me to drop my sewing machine off at the local donation place - so that someone can put a $5 dollar sign on it and put it in the thrift store window and someone else can come along and enquire "how much you want for that sewing machine?" and buy it and take it home and make it theirs.

I tried to sew I really did.  I bought fabric and I checked out books from the library and I still hate sewing.  This hatred began at the age of 14 when I informed my mother that I would not be taking Home Economics my freshman year of high school, I would be taking Wood Shop like any self respecting young lady would and she used the phrase, "over my dead body" and I found myself enrolled in Home Economics.  It was a fine class if you ignore the strong "D" I was pulling the entire quarter on colors and decorating.  The cooking quarter I improved slightly and pulled my grade up to a "C" only to have it drop back down again during the sewing segment.

We were told we could make either an apron or a pair of sweat pants.  I chose the sweat pants naturally because who in their right mind would wear an apron???!!!!  Only a 14 year old would use this logic because obviously an apron is flat and requires nothing tricky like elastic bands or matching up pieces, etc.  But I was in a real strong sweat pants wearing stage in my life so I decided on making a pair of those.  My career as a sweat shop worker was cut short when I connected the legs each going in a different direction and I failed the sewing segment.  Lucky for that "C" in the cooking segment which saved my grade and allowed me to finish the course without having to take it over.

This healthy beginning with sewing came back to haunt me at my high school graduation when my mother informed me that my graduation gift was going to be a sewing machine of my very own.  I begged and begged and begged some more, for a camera instead and she kindly gave in, realizing that I was not going to be a sewing legend like my Grandmother.  But recently I've tried to teach myself something new so I can have something to do during the day besides  1) watching netflix 2) watching pirated online shows 3) doing other stuff I can't put on my blog because my mother reads it occasionally (all legal of course) and 4) online shopping.

In all fairness to the sewing machine that now sits at foster care for sewing machines, the thrift shop, it was broken during the move and it took me an entire linen-Japanese-pattern-book-from-hell-dress to figure it out.  Maybe I'll buy a new one when I calm down.

2 comments:

annamoore said...

I also failed the sewing unit. The sides of my boxers didn't line up

Marlene Happel said...

I am very sorry to hear so much frustration. Take a deep breath and try again in a few weeks with a NEW machine - it really makes a difference! In the meantime get inspired by pinterest. You can do it!!!