Adventures in Stitchery: A Prelude
As you may have gathered, I picked up a new hobby or two recently. I asked for a sewing machine for Christmas. I had expended ridiculous amounts of energy for years thinking about how badly I wanted to learn to sew. Finally, I realized how silly I was and wondered what was stopping me. The answer ... absolutely nothing! Hopefully this will be a place where I can document my fits and starts, successes and failures.
You might wonder - why sewing?
For a visual person as I am, shopping for clothes has been an exercise in frustration. I usually have a very clear idea of what I am looking for, a very clear idea of what suits me, and a very clear (read: miniscule) budget. None of which tends to match up. Ever. And this somehow led to the moment at the laundromat when I realized I had loaded up one of the super-size machines with nearly all black clothes. It's depressing when you realize that in your wardrobe, grey or navy count as pops of color!
Finally, there is the matter of me having my head buried in books all day long. Which is a treat, really, but an exhausting one. Having a strictly unintellectual problem to wrap my head around, being able to glide my fingers over sumptuous fabrics while feasting my eyes on color and pattern - well, it sounds like a dip in the pool (in August, not frigid February!).