I’ve got a “gotta do” day ahead of me, filled with stuff that I gotta do. I suppose for most people that would be called a normal day, but I have never lived what you might call a normal life, and right now, with only the online job to occupy my working life, there’s a fair amount of free time that I can waste (me? Never!) or use for other purposes.
Today, my roots need some attention, and I gotta go to the store, and oughta do some laundry and cleaning and dishes, and I gotta get my sewing project wrapped up and get my machine out of my living room.
I don’t sew often–I think it’s been at least a couple of years since I’ve had my machine out–and I’m an indifferent and impatient seamstress, which partially explains why I seldom have my machine out. It’s a good thing I’m not dependent on my sewing skills for clothes and such, because they would be just laughable. Probably unwearable, too. Sewing will not be one of my post-apocalyptic survival skills when the zombies attack.
But I’m making a Halloween costume this year, and if I work it out right, the garment I’ve sewn up–and I suppose three seams can equal a garment–will serve as the basis for any and all subsequent costumes for the rest of my life. That’s some kind of awesome, I think.
So that explains why I got my machine out, and while I had the garment (no, I’m not telling you what it is. Not yet) cut out and sewn together in a couple of afternoons, it’s a secondary project that’s slowing me down. I have a small collection of simple drawstring bags for my various knitting projects, which really come in handy as I like to have something with me wherever I go, just in case. One of the reasons I don’t mind waiting somewhere is because I always have stuff to do, whether it’s reading my book or knitting away on something.
A while back, I bought some fabric to make some more bags, but I didn’t want to haul the sewing machine out for three little bags, so while I had it out for the garment, I thought I’d get them done, because they’re so simple.
So. Much. Work.
They are more work than the garment.
They are wearing me out.
This is why I don’t sew.
So please, when the apocalypse comes, don’t come to me for your sewing needs. I’ve got you covered for your simple knitted goods, like hats and sweaters and blankets, provided you’re not in any hurry, but sewing? Not even.
Gotta go now. Gotta do stuff.