I know how to bake, I know how to cook, I know how to clean a house and throw a party. I can play the role as a corporate wife to an event that requires heels and lipstick with an hours notice. I can iron and use a chop saw and change irrigation lines if needed. But I cannot sew a button on to save my life. When I have had to go to the fabric store for a momentary craft my heart starts to race and I genuinely feel as if I can't breath at the sight of all those spools of thread and types of fabric. It's all to overwhelming and usually smells bad. Seriously. I told Kevin when I we got married to not expect a single button to be sewn on, luckily his mother knows how.
This Christmas my mother, who is a great seamstress and quilter, decided that Micall, Heather and I needed our own sewing machines. Terrifiying right?! But I was going to be succesfull. I was going to do it. So let's not talk about my fear for fabric stores still. I ordered all my supplies online and had them overnighted. One step at a time right?
My starter pillow was totally weak, but I didn't get anxious, I didn't freak out and my Mom didn't rip it apart! I'm considering it a win! And Ruby has been delighted to carry it around with her. Now I am trying to figure out my next projects, so heres to Pinterest and maybe gathering courage to go to the actual fabric store. Wish me luck?!?
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