Though, I’d like to be… I have daydreams about making my own dresses and skirts, rendering hours-long shopping trips utterly futile. Never have to try on clothes again? Where do I sign up?
I made curtains once. Well, twice. Because, well, I needed curtains for two windows. Now, it’s worth mentioning that all four curtains differ in length. They each have loose threads by now. And, my mother threaded the sewing machine for me.
Not one piece of this equation indicates that I ought to undertake another sewing project.
The couch we bought when we married is looking… er… bad. It looks bad. It’s just… bad. The edges are threadbare. There’s an ink stain that’s been there for almost as long as its resided in our home. When the humidity rises above 75%, it goes all pockmarked with normally well-camouflaged stains. Bad, I tell you.
But it continues to be enormously comfortable. Most days.
And it’s as useful as we’d always hoped it would be. On rare family movie nights or when company comes a’calling.
I would love a new couch, which we of course would shop for with all of the wisdom of having shopped for our old couch. Read: buy a couch and its matching freaking slip covers.
Alas, a new couch is in the distant future. And so we make our way back to the subject of this post: sewing. Yes, I (and my mother, thank the heavens) are going to make slip covers for my family’s L-shaped (with chaise longue understorage) trundle pull-out couch.
God help us. Wait, I mean, YAY!!!
At least I get to pick a new color…