I signed myself up for a five part beginning sewing class a few weeks back when I had more free time on my hands and my 1,200 person event wasn’t fully looming on the horizon. Our first project was a nifty canvas tote that I totally rocked at. I was hooked. I was excited. I had found my new hobby!
Fast forward a few weeks, with the Luncheon shortly behind me….I’m exhausted. I’m worn out. I needed days where there was nothing I needed to do but relax…..and suddenly my iphone reminder for my sewing class pops up. Argh. Crap. Ugh. This is the last thing I want to do. I make a quick jaunt to the fabric store to pick up my supplies and rush to my three hour class in a totally bad mood. I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE.
Then we turn on our machines and sewing begins to happen and colorful, zippered bags start to take form. I’m hooked again. I’m happy. I’m having so much fun that the three hours fly by and I end up with this: