Sew What?

Last week while my therapist was assisting me in deep relaxation/hypnosis during my visit she asked me what I did as a creative outlet.  I told her I journal or write in my blog about stuff (and by stuff I mean shit, life, etc.), and she said, "No, I mean something creative where you can escape and relax rather than vent."

While I was immersed in calmness, I blurted out, "I want to make my own clothes.  I want to learn to sew again (and by again, I mean I haven't used a sewing machine since my 7th grade home ec class) and make my own clothes."  I don't know where exactly that little idea came from, but somewhere deep in my core, I think I must need to sew.

So (ha ha, get it), once it was out in the open like guts from a fish lying on a fillet table (ok, that was gross, I apologize), I couldn't take it back.  She asked me what I was going to do about it, and I told her I would stop on the way home, buy a sketch pad and start sketching the dresses I want to make for myself, and look for a sewing class and a sewing machine.

I know you are asking yourselves right now, "Did she buy the sketch pad, or is she just all talk and no action?"  I bought the sketch pad you doubters!  Not only did I buy the sketch pad, I have already sketched 3 dresses and a skirt!  I also bought a sewing machine.  Yup, my very own sewing machine.  Thanks Rach for the recommendation on machines!

Poseidon (aka Zeus) gave me a corner of his music room (we call it the Green Room or the Little People Room...more on that later) and I set the machine up.  Everything is good right?  Not exactly.  Staying true to my neurotic character, I took a look at the sewing machine all set up and waiting for me to crank out some Betsey Johnson inspired dress, and went into panic mode...

To be continued...

--Fortuitous Observer