Somehow I'm getting more and more tangled up in this country living. I mean, I was always horsey and outdoors-ey and growing things in the ground, and I did know, somewhat, how to sew when I was a kid and found stray clothing to sew to fit my emerging body. But this is beyond that, now when I can go five miles to the thrift store and get a dozen garments in a "bag sale" for two dollars plus tax.
Maybe I'm tightening my belt. Maybe I'm reading a lot of Occupy Wall Street stuff. I'd prefer to think that I'm just learning something new. Or, yeah, I'm being creative. This could be a big one as I'm not at all artsy-craftsy when it come to gluing fabric to pipe cleaners or similar art.
Some years back, maybe six or eight, or so, I must have felt either really rich or very adventurous, and I bought a brand new (gasp!) sewing machine.
It is, as of today, threaded, and I have sewn a straight line through a paper napkin.
Maybe something will come of it? Like an apron. That looks easy.
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