My blue dress has begun. I might finish it my next session. Everything went much faster this time. I didn’t have to redo a single dart. Last time, I was truly a novice and redid each dart at least two times. My teacher told me that the sewing machine sounded different today. I’ve gained confidence, realizing that most mistakes are reversible. I’m using the same pattern but very different material and an “invisible zipper”. This fabric is loosely woven and far heavier than the teal dress. G believes that this one will be cooler than the other dress because although it’s heavier that it’ll breathe more.
My cooking classes came to an abrupt halt, and I’m learning how to sew. Today I felt all the excitement and adventure of learning something new: tonight I came home and looked at the Simplicity patterns online, trying to decide what next. Learning to sew helps me discover a new facet of myself– one where I get to incorporate different aspects of me. So far, sewing seems to weave my creativity, analytical nature, curiosity of style, frugality and daring into a thread. It’s bizarre to look at these amazing outfits and discover that they’re in my reach. After sewing for 2.5 hours (and hanging out with G) I came home in such a good mood. Sewing makes me hopeful and less caged. My lack of a wardrobe has been wearing on my psyche. And, sewing is a way to be generous (when I get better). Hope, indeed. Who knew? God is good, sabu.
