A few years ago, pre-children, I decided to get on the knitting bandwagon. One because it was trendy and it just looked so damn fun and enticing. And two, I thought, hey, I could totally knit dog sweaters, and “wouldn’t that be fun, Mia?”
She was so totally not amused.
But like many of my hobbies, I get frustrated, because I am a perfectionist; a lazy perfectionist. So the hobbies become short lived and I end up kicking all of the expensive supplies into the back yard while giving them the finger. As such was the case with knitting, and let’s never talk about it again.
Fast forward to current day, where I still have no curtains on the windows in my living room, or dining room, and I got this hair brained idea that I could sew my own curtains. Curtains are a big racket, and they don’t look like they’re that hard to make. I can’t find curtains that I like, and at this point, I’m sick of having naked windows:
Sewing was something I’ve been interested in for awhile, but two kids, lack of time, blah blah blah, you’ve heard it all before. Also? I am the opposite of domestic. But I’ve been drawn to sewing machines. I kept eyeing them up. Not knowing what to get, I asked a nice employee of my local Jo-Ann’s if they offered classes, kind of kicking the tires. She whispers to me that they don’t offer classes at that location, but, and I didn’t get this from her, there’s a local sewing place down the street, and they’re way better.
Before I knew what was happening, I was signed up for a beginner’s class, and the next thing I know, I’m the owner of one of these:
Ok, so this was four weeks later, after I took the class and decided that I actually like the hobby, and have seen the fruits of my labor. It’s way more sewing machine than I probably need right now, but dudes, I am a master seamstress now. I NEED the proper tools.
Ok, really, it was on sale, and it sews like a god damned dream, and I am in LOVE with it. I am itching to buy fabric and start using it on a regular basis.
At least until I sew my hand to it.