This little storyline full of craziness is growing quite long isn't it? I expect I'll be blogging about my re-introduction to sewing over the next decade or two.
I did manage to "create" (yuh, ok, I'll use that word) a napkin! That really only required pressing the sides and corners of a square piece of fabric, then stitching around the edges. I did it, and of course the stitches were crooked and the thread knotted up at the end, but I don't care damn it.
During the sewing of this napkin, the thread became tangled in a knot in the sewing machine. Something about adjusting the tension or whatever...when you throw words around like "tension" in an activity that I'm supposed to enjoy, I get nervous. This is supposed to be a hobby that will relax me? I wish me good luck with that one.
So anyway, back to my knot. My normal reaction would have been this: "Damn it! F*&% it! F*&%#~g piece of shit (I only censored that because my mom sometimes reads my blog and she hates it when I use the f word...hmmmm, 41 and I'm worried about what my mom thinks...I am a freak)," followed by my hands going to my head, rubbing the 3 inch creases that already exists in my forehead, banging my fist on the table, then vowing never to touch this piece of crap machine again. That would have been my normal response (pre relaxtion therapy and stuff), and I probably would not have ever wanted to sew again.
But (I know you aren't technically supposed to start a sentence with the word "but," but it's my blog so I will if I want), I oddly enough, didn't give up. Oh, I used that "f" word a couple of times, but I simply said to myself that it is only thread. String in a knot isn't going to kill me. It won't even try to choke me, spit on me, slit my tires, poison my dinner, make me watch a dance recital, etc. It's just string and I can re-thread the machine if needed.
Wow. Who was that talking and when did logic and calmness replace my normal chicken little reactions? I was so impressed with my lack of hysteria and mauling of the sewing machine that I was able to re-thread, and finish my lovely blue napkin.
Skirt next? Let's not go batty. I only survived knotted thread people, not 4 days at the bottom of a canyon with a broken leg, and I still don't know how long the new "tranquil-it's-not-the-end-of-the-world" me will last and I don't want to push it. No, I think I'll try another napkin first. Actually, my new sewing machine has 70 different stitches, so I think I'll make 70 napkins, each with a different stitch. There should be no question what everyone will be receiving for Christmas next year, right?
--Fortuitous Observer
