Sew Brain Dead

You know those days when everything runs smoothly and you feel you're making great progress? Not only that, you think maybe you have a genuine talent that's been lying latent and all it needed was a little prompting in order to burst out and change your life? You know what I'm about to say next, I bet - that today was not that day. I mean, not to say I'm not happy that the PJ bottoms are sewn together, because that's actual progress. However, if I learned anything in today's sewing lesson, it was simply that learning a new craft takes time. It takes time and patience. The bobbin will run empty, the machine will unthread itself, and you'll realize it only after you've been "sewing" a few minutes. You'll become acquainted with both the small and large stitch ripper and you'll remember that there are lots of ways to get creative with the word "F***er!" - and that it really does help blow off steam.

One of your cats will chatter non-stop, attack the tape measure, and roll on the fabric until banished to the bedroom. You'll feel brain dead at the end of the day and have no desire to make dinner, not that you ever really do. You'll remember that slogging through is necessary if you're ever going to get better at something and that even if you get to be really good at something, you'll probably still need to slog through many times. You hope you really do remember that so you don't throw up your hands and say "F***er!" so often that it loses it's lustre, or give up new craft altogether. You blog when you feel you have nothing important to say, when you think

nobody is reading and then you eat that last piece of strawberry-rhubarb pie.