I understand the basics of it. I get that the thread goes into the eye and comes out the other side. My issue is that my crappy fine motor skills have always been a struggle. I don’t get it.
In college I was in marching band and we were required to make can-can dancer costumes with lots of stiff tulle and ruffles. We were given materials and simple instructions. I was to hand stitch one piece of fabric together to complete the outfit. Easy.
I stapled my costume together.
The next Saturday during the halftime show the staples started to give and stuck into my legs as we began the kick-line. I ended the show with a dozen pinpricks in my thighs and rivulets of blood running down my legs. Oooo La La…. Sexy.
I took the costume back to my dorm room, tore out the staples and swore I would fix it. The next Friday night found me hunched over the can-can skirt, stapler in hand. Each week would be a blood sacrifice to the gods of the French dancing girls and my inability to sew.
Perhaps this is where my secret obsession starts because I am fascinated by the television show Project Runway. Have you seen this show? The contestants not only know how to thread needles but they also can make entire outfits in one day. They make gowns and suits and dresses and all sorts of odd things and the judges watch the runway show each week kicking off the creator of the worst piece.
I’ve learned from watching Project Runway that my idea of a nice dress is not fashion forward. I can’t tell an avant garde look from a thrift store discount rack outfit. I still don’t know how to sew.
The finale is coming up this week and I’m looking forward to discovering the identity of the winner. I know it won’t ever be me.