As I continue my quest to try new things and maybe master some, I found myself at Joanne's feeling creative. A beautiful soft plaid caught my eye and i decided I would now take on the role of seamstress. To be fair it is not that outlandish of an idea. I have a sewing machine downstairs on the boulevard of broken dreams and have made curtains or the occasional pillow in the past. How hard can it be to make a skirt? Additionally my mother is a seamstress, with numerous gowns, suits and clothing successes to her name. Maybe the DNA transferred well. Or maybe not.
So I laid out the material, cut it and then decided the pattern instructions were apparently written in Greek because I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Checking sewing jargon on line is not a fun task and really does not help in the actual understanding of the directions. So I called mom but she was too busy to help so it looks like I was on my own. Now I have talked myself into believing that I can do anything and it is ridiculous to think this is beyond me. I pitched the pattern and decided I could figure it out myself.
I DID IT! Oh yes, I am brilliant. Now don't look too close because the whole zipper thing is off and not all of the plaid matches perfectly but hell I made a skirt. Check that off of my things to do list.
This is going to be an amazing Thanksgiving. First running the turkey trot and then sporting my new skirt. A holiday of firsts.
