My Mom Would Be So Proud

Those of you who know me well know that I am not domestic. At all. Ok, so I've learned to throw together a meal or two, but Martha Stewart I will never be. I've never enjoyed 'crafting', probably never will. And that's never really bothered me. I'm ok with not being a crafter. When I go to Super Saturday Craft Days I socialize with friends and eat some good food. I never come home with a craft. Enough said.

My mom was a super homemaker. She did everything well. Crafting, cooking, sewing...most especially sewing. She tried to get me to learn, but I had a deep aversion to the sewing machine growing up. I think it's genetic because Mom said when I was little anytime she took me to a fabric store I screamed the second we walked in. Lately my aversion to sewing has diminished and I've wanted to learn. Probably has something to do with the beautiful quilts I see my mom and sister make. A few months ago I picked up a sewing machine for free. I took it to my mom and she showed me how to thread it. Holy cow. I had no idea it was that complicated. I brought the machine home and its been sitting unused on the counter.

Well today, miracle of miracles, I got the sewing machine out. I figured I could teach myself to thread it. It couldn't be as hard as I remembered, right? Two hours later I finally figured it out. Thank goodness for the internet. So I'm on my way. Baby steps right? I'm not focusing on the fact that I stupidly wasted years of opportunity to have my mom teach me. Instead I'm moving forward in hopes that some day I might make something my mom would be proud of. Martha Stewart here I come!

To those of you who can sew: Now what do I do? :)