So, my sister thought it would be so fun if we took a sewing class together. This summer we took a 3 class Introduction to Sewing part I. It was fun, we reminisced about our Mom sewing and made really nifty kleenex holders for our purses. I haven't sewn since. I needed napmat covers for my children and thought about how quaint it would be if I made my own covers.....PRIDE, I know!
We picked out really cute material and it was even on sale! I spent naptime yesterday measuring, cutting and pinning material. Today was the day to sew. I have forgotten how. I have forgotten how to thread the needle. I have forgotten how the bobbin is supposed to work. I called Aunt Bird to come help and she was not sure, either. My trusty neighbor came over, had it ready in 3 minutes and then I messed it up again. I tried to fix it myself, in spite of nice neighbor's promises of unlimited help this afternoon and now I have BROKEN THE NEEDLE.
That is my frustration, can you feel it? I could have given the cute material to my good friend who would have had the covers made up in a jiffy this weekend while at her mom's. I could have asked nice neighbor for help again when it got jammed. So many things I could have done and now I am feeling so helpless. I know that needles break often and I think I have even broken this machine's before. I just wish I were crafty and skilled and able.
Guess I will go ask for help again.........................