February 05, 2009
One year ago, to this very hour, I was sitting in my first sewing lesson.
About 18 months prior, I had purchased a beautiful new sewing machine. My very first. But it had sat virtually idle. With no sewing expertise, I was simply too nervous to use it on my own. Once when I tried to wind on a bobbin I managed instead to feed metres of thread back inside the machine. It took Mr HB some long time to fix that particular mess. I was completely scared off.
Finally I took a deep breath and enrolled in a class.
So there I was, on that particular night last year. With eleven other beginners; all nervously guiding pieces of paper through unthreaded sewing machines. The task was to practise stitching along a printed spiral line. Next we were to wind a bobbin and thread a machine. I managed to wind thread back into the machine instead of onto the bobbin. I was mortified. Everyone else stared, as the teacher shook her head. Perhaps this just wasn't meant to be. Should I jump ship? It could easily be done. That's how some previous French lessons and a meditation course had ended.
But then someone else tipped their sewing machine over whilst trying to thread it. And I realised I might only be the second clumsiest person in the class. I stayed.
And I'm so glad I did.
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