Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Don't Laugh...

So I finally started sewing. I received the sewing machine on Christmas Day, but I had some mental hurdles to jump over before I could get started. You see, my mother had an evil sewing machine when I was growing up. Every time I got inspired to learn to sew, her machine would laugh at me and eat the thread (it would actually get all wound up in the bobbin). Most of my memories of sewing are marked with frustration. Because of this, I was convinced I was going to destroy my new sewing machine. I needed to build-up my self confidence. I tend to be one of those people who give up on things if I'm not awesome at them from the get go. Unrealistic I know. Needless to say, I've missed out on some cool stuff. I recently shared my fears with my mother, and she told me that sewing machine had some major malfunctions and my experience would be much better. You know what, she was right.

Okay, so my first few attempts at sewing are nothing short of hilarious. I had some left over felt from my son's Halloween outfit, another hilarious endeavor. If you're curious, check it out here. I decided to practice by making a little purse type thingy and a hideous puppet. I originally intended to give the puppet to my son, but I'm afraid it will give him night terrors.

My biggest issue right now (other than producing insane felt objects) is that I'm not comfortable with the speed of the machine. I have a hard time following a line, etc. My mother suggested I draw some designs on a piece of paper and practice following them with my needle (sans the thread). This will be my next adventure.


Aunt Debbi/kurts mom said...

I think that machine is living in my attic. I am pretty sure it is why I cannot use an electric can opener or an electric pencil sharpener. (was that a neither nor sentence?) What an emotional break through. This is better than therapy. If you would like to come over and play with my hand cranked machine, I would love to hold the baby.