I’ve been doing a whole lot of sewing lately. A bit of careful reorganisation of my belongings has enabled me to keep one sewing machine at Dapper’s and one at my wee flat, with a comprehensive sewing kit at each, complemented by Dapper’s own, impressive sewing box of notions. This means that the weekends Dapper has marking or lesson planning to complete provide me with ample opportunity to tackle my sewing projects with gay abandon. Which I do… kinda…
I’m getting expert at completing small projects. Having sorted the stash, I can run up bunting, building blocks, pin cushions and tea cosies in the blink of an eye. What I’m not so good at is tackling the bigger projects – the dresses, for example, that sit, cut and pinned in the box under Dapper’s bed.
See, the problem is that I’m afraid of screwing things up. I’m afraid that the big projects, without the watchful eye of someone more experienced than myself, will go wildly awry despite my best intentions. I’m afraid of making a big ol’ mess!
This weekend I’m going to tackle my second petticoat. By telling you as such, I am forcing myself into action. And after that, I’m going to attempt a dress. Because I have the pattern, the fabric, the notions… I have the power!
(But first I’ve got a pile of bunting to finish up. Well I did say this weekend!)