Sew What? Partie Deux

When we last left Fortuitous Observer, she was smack in the middle of a panic attack because she has committed to sewing for the first time in XXXXXXX years (I'm not divulging the true number of years)...

OK.  To pick up where I left off, and this is all true folks.  I stared at my new sewing machine and terror took over.  I was seized with gripping fear and anxiety.  I'm serious.  I obsessed about sewing all day.  This is supposed to be a new hobby, not a life or death task that I need to do ASAP.  Oh my God, I don't even remember how to thread a machine.  Where does the bobbin go, and what is a bobbin?

I purchased material last weekend for the skirt I want to make, along with a starter sewing kit and all the necessary things I would need (I didn't realize I might need to add a prescription for valium to my sewing checklist until later) to begin making my skirt.  Then it hit me like two tons of bricks (not just one ton...one is for sissies):  I can't remember how to turn on a sewing machine, much less actually sew.  My debilitating fear wore me down and I didn't even attempt to turn on the machine.

I went back to the fabric store the next evening after work and purchased some pre-cut squares of funky fabric.  Napkins.  I'm going to start with napkins and move on to the skirt.  That night, I was able to wind the bobbin and thread the machine.  Then, I was able to sew the sides of a square, making a napkin, all without vomiting.

Baby steps people.  I need to take baby steps.

--Fortuitous Observer