Thursday, 3 October 2013

The sewing machine

I turned 40 in May. I had this thing that when I turned 40 I would learn to sew*. I would buy a sewing machine and learn to sew.

May came and went.

No sewing machine.

June came and went.

No sewing machine.

July came and went.

No sewing machine.

August came. The boys started karate and they needed their pants taken up. I bartered fresh eggs in exchange for hems with my neighbour. I felt guilty. I bought a sewing machine.

September came and went. The sewing machine sat in its box.

October came. On the first day, I took the machine out of its box. On the second day, I gathered some tools. And on the third day, I sewed. Just cub badges onto Nug's cub shirt. It took me nearly 5 hours because I had to learn how to thread the machine, put thread on bobbins, change the length and width of stitches, pin. I watched a few YouTubes, read the manual, and made a LOT of mistakes.

It was the most frustrating thing I think I have ever done.

But it is done and I now feel great.

I sewed today. All by myself.

If you are a sewer, I would appreciate a link to any resources you might know of to learn the absolute basics (I have a couple of hems to do for example, and a couple of holes to 'darn'). Any ideas?

* Might I add that learning to sew when your long sightedness is kicking in is probably not the best idea in hindsight.
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