Behold, the sewing station:
My mother-in-law decided a few years back that she should get a new sewing machine, I assume with every intention of using it- at least at some point. Years later it still sat completely untouched, mounted to a new sewing desk. After one of their moves it came to reside in our guest bedroom.
So there I sat, brand new sewing machine mocking me, while I kicked myself for never learning anything beyond simple tacking and mending. My grandmother was an *amazing* seamstress, and she made me countless garments. But did I do anything beyond watch? Nope. So I took my ass away from the TV and into the guest bedroom. After teaching myself how to thread my bobbin (or whatever it's called), I put the bobbin in the thingy and thread my needle, and I was ready. Here's what I managed:
Oh- yeah baby, it's a straight line. I rock. I even did a nice little corner and a few more lines. I think I need to work on keeping my line straight, but for the most part I felt my first self-taught sewing lesson went well. I think I'll play around with the different stitches and what-not for awhile- you know, maybe make a pillow case that probably wont fit a pillow properly, that kind of thing.
I'm a crafty bitch.
