I was contacted Friday to help with the costumes for Cupcake’s high school production of “Grease”. My response was, “I’ll run errands and contact people, but I don’t sew!I have always believed I can do almost anything I set my mind to (except draw or paint where I clearly have absolutely no talent) so I wondered, “why can’t I sew?” We even own a sewing machine which I have never touched.
It’s said we learn by repetition and emotion. Well, emotional lessons apparently stay with us for a long time. I'm sure the reason I hate sewing goes all the way back to 7th grade Home Economics at Brookside Jr. High School. I remember we had to sew an item of clothing as a project. I suppose to make us take this seriously; our teacher mandated that on completion, we had to wear the garment to school. I had never been more embarrassed than when I had to wear that hideous orange dress made by my own hands. I had naively thought it would be cute. It was made of orange kettle cloth. What was I thinking? So I have never sewed anything since then and I have also never worn anything orange again. I hate orange. Now that I’ve unearthed the source of my loathing for sewing & orange clothes, do you think I need therapy? I think I’ll just go play the piano instead. Anyone know a seamstress?
Monday, February 11, 2008
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The only thing that would make this post better would be a picture of the loathed dress. Oh well, I'll just have to imagine. Funny how those things stay with us ...
I once tried to learn to sew. Apparently my "get it done . . . NOW!" motto and sewing go together about like oil and water. It's sooooo slooooow. At least for a beginner. And my late life ADD was not a fan.
I still wish that I could sew pillows and curtains and burp cloths and the like. But hey, we've got a chick on that task now, so as long as someone in the village has it covered I figure I'm off the hook!
I can't sew worth a darn! I hope it works for you!
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