Putting My Foot Down, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Machine

So, the weekend before Thanksgiving, our very own Dear Countess SheepyOne took her life into her hands and held MY hand while *I*, yes, ME, measured, cut and sewed (YES - on a MACHINE) my very first ever "did it myself" (with the aforementioned adult supervision) Norse Apron Dress. The Woolly Laurel looked it over and pronounced that it did Not Suck. And performed great and beautiful acts of embroidery upon it.

We feel as though we have finally entered the World of Grownups and owe the Sheep unrepayable thanks for teaching Yours Truly how to FINALLY dress herself.

This coming weekend, I do it without adult supervision. Stay tuned. ")

What I Learned:
1) Sewing machines do NOT, as a matter of fact, JUMP out at you and eat your fingers just because. This DID come as news.

2) If you DON'T put the foot thingy down, no actual sewing takes place.

3) Putting the Pedal to the Metal makes Laurels giggle at you.

4) I can be taught!!!!!

5) Sheepy is even more awesome than originally thought.

6) Turtle Boy has more patience than the entire list of saints in the church calendar.

7) Bobbins DO run out! Who knew?

In seriousness, you all have to know that ever since the Great Sewing Machine Massacre of 1991 (I was attached to the maching BY THE NEEDLE and paramedics had to cut me out), I have avoided learning to sew - a fact that brings no great shock to those who SAW my wardrobe in the ensuing decades. So, to have gotten OVER this, to the point where I am acquiring my OWN sewing machine and am looking FORWARD to this, is an accomplishment in which Sheepy should take great pride.

I, myself, am just relieved to discover that I can still take directions :)

Thanksgiving itself was a much-needed respite of calm, happy family interaction (no, really) and much Good Eats. Yours Truly gave thanks for the usual, and of course added special thanks for the Sheep and Turtle. And the flax plant :)

Much hugs,
Alysoun