Let's Get Domestic

My hand-made, stapled curtains were so nasty that when I unexpectedly came across some repro, 1940's fabric, my fate was sealed. I had to learn how to use my sewing machine.

I begged my mom to come over and help. It was the only way my mission would be accomplished. She had given my sister and I sewing machines a year ago, but rather than befriend my new, old adversary, I avoided it because I was intimidated by its power over me in the past.

Thanks Mom!

Projects left unfinished make me cringe. I had to overcome the curtain dilemma so I could walk around naked in my house. (Don't act like you don't streak in the kitchen when no one's home.)

And so the uphill battle began, or so I thought. Turns out, my sewing machine is very easy to use and the buttons and concepts are the same as my mom's old 50 lb. machine.

We made curtains, I strut freely through the house, end of story!