In sixth grade I learned to use a sewing machine in a home economics class. We had to make a few projects, and I decided I would make a set of pillows for my dad that would spell out his name: ALLEN. By the time I got through the first two sadly misshapen letters, I realized that there was no way I was going to get through the entire name, so my dad was stuck with two pillows that say "AL." But as a good father should, he pretended he loved them. Thanks, dad!
Since that time, I don't believe I have ever touched a sewing machine again...until last night. On our camping trip, I noticed that one of the seams on a sleeping bag was coming undone. Instead of taking it to our beloved sewing lady, I decided it was high time I re-learned my home ec skills. A couple of years ago for Christmas, Graci received a sewing machine from Santa. I asked if she would train me on how to use it. She was generous enough to distill her knowledge upon me and I was ready to go. I practiced on a couple of small stuff bags first. Then I took on the sleeping bag. When I was finished, I was acutely aware of the similarities in stitching patterns between my newest project and my dad's pillows from sixth grade. It's a good thing I do not make my living as a tailor!
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| It won't come undone, and who's going to look at the bottom of a sleeping bag? |
