I'm learning to sew - again
Growing up, I was involved. In my school, in my community, in extra-curricular activities. My mom definitely knew the value of having activities in life - new skills, connections with new people, a new lens through which to see the world. But the thing is, most of the things didn't stick. I was a quitter (sorry Mom). Maybe this is a reflection on myself and how I view my place in the world, but I could rarely keep up with a hobby (or sport or skill) for more than a year or two. And sewing was one of those skills. I learned the basics when I was nine or ten. I knew how to thread a machine, how to backstitch and that pinking shears were strangely necessary... And that was it. My interest in sewing never really developed into a lasting interest and love for the craft. I had no need to make my own clothes, and even if I wanted to, most of the available patterns were outdated. There was just no reason for me to keep up with it. Fast forward to today. Slowly, over the last year or so, I...