Ode to stitchless sewing

I'd like to ask you a question
To see what you think and know
About this favourite pastime
The hobby we all call: "Sew"

You see, I think I'm "sewing"
But this could be quite unjust
You see, my poor sewing machine
Is gathering loads of dust

There's been not a single stitch made
Nor any fashion fabric cut
Yet in my mind, I've done loads
I've been a total sewing nut

I've bought lots of sewing mags
And renewed my undying passion
For possibly, maybe, one-day tracing
Something from Burda World of Fashion

I've downloaded a Jalie pattern
And begun taping together pages
(But the seventy-two I've printed out
Are taking bloody ages)

I've slavishly read sewing blogs
I'm keen to keep abreast
Of all the current sewing trends
(Especially how Cathy will be dressed)

But at the end of the day, I accept
That most would really deem
That the act of sewing must really result
In the creation of at least one seam