I have no problem coming up with ideas. At any given time, my mind is teeming with ideas. I have no problem rushing off to the store in haste and buying materials that may or may not work and may or may not be in the correct quantities. I love that part.
I'm not actually good at sewing though.
Measuring, cutting, pinning, being accurate...it all makes me as queasy as balancing my checkbook does. (I don't balance my checkbook by the way, I'm just using that as an example. Don't tell my mom, the accountant.)
A few weeks ago, I was hosting a cub scout committee meeting at my house. My friend and primary counselor, Heidi, wondered if I needed any help. (She meant with the meeting. I knew that's what she meant.) I said, "Yes! Will you advise me on my curtains?"
Because Heidi can sew.
Before the meeting I lay everything out on my kitchen table and told her my idea. She told me she thought it would work. She told me I had to take more steps than I was planning on taking in the sewing. I saw that she was probably right.
Then the materials sat in a forlorn bag in the corner of my bedroom because they intimidated me.
Finally, yesterday I decided I should just sew them. No more procrastinating.
I took a deep breath and scattered everything around on the table and started in. I was just getting going, when Marianne called.
"I'm mad at you!" I declared.
She said, "Oh, well I was just going to give you a compliment."
"Go ahead," I said. (I wouldn't miss a compliment if I had one coming.)
"I made your cookies and they lived up to their billing." We chatted cookies for a while and she said, "Why are you mad at me?"
"Because you are not here, sewing these curtains for me. You should live by me!" (Sisters have a way of spoiling you. Even though I haven't lived near them for 15 years I feel like I'm being cheated by their lack of proximity.)
Marianne reminded me that I was the one that left and she lives within sight of our ancestral home.
Then Olivia called on my other phone and since she's been on a trip and I haven't talked to her for a week, I ditched Marianne (she told me I had better talk to the elusive Olivia and I was mad at Marianne after all) and talked to Olivia. When I finally returned to my sewing, I just kept my head down and forged on.
They pretty much worked! No one was more surprised than I was.
|I think of my Grandma Jaynes every time I decorate my Christmas tree. The glass bottles on my kitchen windowsill are inspired by my Grandma Dahl--those and the red geraniums on my front porch.|
They are a little wonky and crooked but when you consider that I am a person that eyeballs things rather than measures them they aren't too bad.
So I did it! I sewed curtains. I lived to tell the tale. Now on to my next idea...