My husband would say that my middle name is "she of the hundred projects."
As if a full-time job, graduate school, chorus and family were not enough, I am beginning to learn how to sew.
See, about five or six years ago, I was at Walgreens and saw this itty bitty sewing machine. I needed something to keep the edges of my cross stitch projects from unravelling, so I bought it.
Well, the first time I used it was while my mother-in-law was visiting. The good part about that, was that she knew how to help me set up the machine. I was able to stitch around the blanket.
So a couple of years later, she gave me a full-size sewing machine for Christmas. And I guess it's time to start learning to use it.
I have a list of projects I want to make. Tonight I repaired two of DS' reusable bags, and put together this tissue pack cover from directions here:
As we say in Kuk Sool, "We need more practice, sir!"
I've been thinking over the emotions and attitudes toward this the past few weeks, and have a blog post brewing, about gender and class and making things. But that will be another day.