I may never again sew in solitude. It’s way more fun when I have a friend with me.
I’m learning to sew via the power of Google, and it can be frustrating indeed.
But somehow when I was sewing with a friend today, all the little irritations just cracked me up instead of making me crazy.
Your thread is tangled up for the 15th time too? Hysterical. You have to use your seam ripper again too? Nuthin’ funnier. I did quite a bit of laughing today. It’s quite possible my friend is highly annoyed with me.
This particular friend has known me since we were about 8; she’s hung in there with my laughing neuroses this long, so I feel pretty confident that she’ll keep on tolerating me.
And the adorable recipient:
The turtle’s green hair bow was very strategically placed to cover up yet another sewing mistake. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it all over. Again. Nothing wrong with a hair-bow wearin’ turtle. Nothing at all.
(Warning: In the near future the comments to this post will likely include include incredulous questions/snide remarks from my best friend Lisa. This is the result of the shock and awe she feels that I even own a sewing machine. Just trust that if you had known me in my early 20’s, floundering around in domesticity, you might be shocked and incredulous as well.)