Thus, I have enjoyed the hobby of sewing occasionally since my early teen years (yikes, that's over half my life).
A few years ago my mom told me in September or October not to ask for anything because she knew what she was getting me for Christmas that year. I was only mildly concerned with what in the world mom would have picked out that early without me having specified.
First, I opened the sewing goodies pack, looked at it, exclaimed in excitement "you got me a sewing machine!" and then received the machine itself.
Since then I have created a few things, but not as many as I would wish.
(Recent Project: Apron to match my kitchen) |
Nothing...Nothing makes me want to cuss and throw something across the room more than when my sewing machine messes up. (I know it is operator error mostly.)
The seeming only way to fix this is to call Mom in a tizzy about how the bobbin is sticking and the needle broke and I can't find the manual and I let someone borrow it and it hasn't been the same and all I want to do is sew one last seam to finish the project.
And magically, somehow without any further instruction, it fixes itself.
(Recent Project: pillows for Kendall) |
It really is like magic and thus I call it the sewing/mom phenomenon. I try and try to fix it myself, then I call mom and rant and it's fixed.
I really don't know what it is about her, but I sure am glad she has magic powers.
Thanks, Mom, for teaching me to sew and somehow creating the phenomenon that keeps my machine going!
Now that's an awesome post :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that my magic works so many miles away. And I'm thrilled that you like to sew. You've made some beautiful things. I love the apron-so cute.
Call me anytime.
P.S. This post made me laugh out loud :0
ReplyDeleteYour mom is indeed magical in many ways. Lovely items you made!
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