Monday, January 14, 2008
(Picture is an Anne Taintor design. You can purchase her stuff here.)
I bet you thought it was going to be something good when you saw the title, didn't you?
I just wanted to let you all know that I'm on my way to being a domestic goddess.
Never mind that I verbally assaulted a dead chicken I was baking the other day by calling it a "little whore" when I burned myself. Never you mind that.
Never mind that I bought a spool of thread the other day and couldn't figure out how to find the end of the thread (The Boy had to show me). Never you mind that.
None of those things matter because I am now the proud owner of a (40 year old) sewing machine. Soon-to-be-gone are the days of me thinking that "darning" involved staring at the clothing item in question and yelling, "Darn you!"
I have recently learned how to thread a sewing machine and how to make thread go on the bobbin. And I learned that no matter how hard you press on the foot pedal, the stitches stay the same distance apart. WHO KNEW?!
Like I said, I'm well on my way to being domesticated. Anybody need me to sew something?