The short version:
Once upon a time, I wanted to learn how to hem pants. The end.
The long version:
Growing up, I didn’t think I was creative and assumed I would live out my days in a stupor of uncreativity. I should add that I am not the only who thought this way. Not long ago we were having my daughter’s birthday party and my mom and grandma were there. I overheard my grandma say to my mom, “I never thought that Amanda was creative! But look, she is extremely creative!” She was referring to the all the decorations I had meticulously and painstakingly purchased from Party City but in any case, I’m glad the tide of opinion has turned.
This idea about my lack of creativity started in elementary art class. I stunk at drawing (and still do). It occurred to me that nothing I drew looked like the actual subject. My self-portrait (which I was forced to paint as part of the curriculum) looked like a weirdly tan humanoid with oversized eyes and ringlets. Oh wait. I guess I did like wearing my hair in ringlets back then. I think we should all pretend, though, that I didn’t and that that was a problem with my artistry. Anyhow, I think we can all agree I am quite pale and my eyes are not exceptionally large. Nobody ever pointed out that artists don’t always depict things exactly how they look to the human eye, so to my literal mind my pictures were a problem. Any time I drew people, whether myself or others, I would illustrate them so it looked as though they were standing with their hands tucked behind their back. This helped me avoid having to worry about those pesky appendages. Skip forward to middle school Home Ec class. I sat in front of a sewing machine, completely stymied in my attempts to thread it. Despite my teacher’s best efforts to explain it to me, I didn’t get it. And so began my fear of sewing machines. Eventually I got to high school and was no longer forced to take art or Home Ec. So I didn’t. I stuck to the subjects I was good at and I’m happy to say that I had a very fine educational career.
And then in the blink of an eye, I was suddenly pregnant with my third child. I was staying at home and, although unaware of it, I needed a creative outlet. But mainly I was really wishing I knew how to hem pants. I have short legs and buying pants has always been a bit of a burden. My kids also have stubs for legs. So not only was it near-impossible to find appropriately-short pants for myself, I now had the same struggle with two kiddos and probably a third. I refused to pay money for pants and then pay more to have someone shorten them. My only other option was to ask my mom to do it. My mom, however, is a busy lady. I didn’t like asking because, well, she was busy and also being such, it would take her a long while to do the job. I should mention that she did, at one point, try to teach me how to hem pants myself. I probably don’t need to add that it was another epic sewing failure.
So on a whim I decided to sign up for a beginning sewing class at our local crafting store, and I’m not sure what happened. Perhaps the water was drugged that night, or maybe the pins were laced with some addictive substance. It’s possible the teacher was a hypnotist. In any case, something in me caught fire. I started looking for easy sewing projects and sneaking over to my mom’s and working on them. And a month later I bought my first sewing machine.
This is Betsy. She’s my Singer Curvy. It was love at first sight and has been true love ever since. She’s never let me down. She’s sturdy, too. She survived a trip down the stairs at my son’s hand and worked just fine after.
And here’s my promise: I promise to show you my mistakes. I have mistakes in every single thing I do. I often joke that I hate everything I finish because I can’t stand looking at all the mistakes. I’m learning to overcome this little failing of mine. I know I can’t be the only person out there who makes mistakes, so why not share them? Maybe someone will learn from them, or maybe we can just get a good laugh at my foibles. In any case, I like to be realistic, and I think in general the blogging world could use a little more reality in it. I hope to bring that here.
And while we’re on the subject, here’s a bit of honesty for you: now that I actually know how to hem pants, I hardly ever do it. In fact, I have a stack of pants that need hemming in my sewing room! It’s a skill that is useful, but boring. And mommies spend all day doing useful things, so when we’re on the loose, we like to do something fun!
So that’s me. Just your average mommy-person trying to be creative and and make something cute/pretty/useful along the way. I’d love it if you will learn along with me!