DUST COVERED INTENTIONS

You know how we all have lists of things that we want to do before some imaginary finite point-of-no-return in our lives?

Well, among many other things, I want to move on from heat’n bond iron-on hemlines.

In other words, I want to learn how to sew.

I have attempted to learn once a few summers ago on a “special” sewing machine that my mother lent me for a very brief period. By “special”, I mean that my mom got it at a garage sale and that I had to breathe just the right way to keep the thread from getting jammed in the machine every. single. time.. By brief period, I mean that frustration led me to send the sucker back to the sewing machine whisperer, who, incidentally, had no problems with this faulty, uncooperative textile machine.

It couldn’t have possibly been that I was an amateur and expected the dexterity of many years experience to grace me with its presence in just a short period of time.

Nope, pretty sure it was the sewing machine.

So, anyhow, I am announcing this goal of mine for several reasons. The first is for accountability. After all, if I make it known to the two people who read this blog then I have to follow through, right?

The second is to extend an invitation out to any family member (ahem, sewing machine whisperer!) who would like to teach me. Consider it an opportunity to bond, to make lots of cute and fun things, an excuse to eat (two or more people constitute a party as far as I’m concerned!), or -- this is the best reason of them all –an homage to the Industrial Revolution.

Oh, I just crack myself up.