I got into bed last night and said to The Hunk, “I have too many interests.” And he said, “What are you interested in now?”
Here’s the problem: I love to create. I like to learn. I have some bizarre condition that compels me to be entirely self sufficient – as in, I don’t NEED to pay for any services because I can do them all myself. I realize the ramifications of that sentence are beyond anything any of us can digest here and now and should probably be picked apart in therapy, but this is not the point. The point is, I’m eager to learn how to do/be better at things – mainly creative things. I made a verbal list for The Hunk last night. It includes but is not limited to:
We’ll stop there for now.
Do you think that any time in the next century I’ll have the time and/or resources to develop all of those skills? To indulge in all of those hobbies? I’m going to have to go with no. But, for the sake of conversation and because this particular topic sparked such a fun Facebook conversation…
I want to learn to sew. I bought the machine. I can sew a straight line. I [sort of] understand the concept of patterns. I have baskets FULL of fabric waiting to be used along with three different little girl clothing patterns for Adelle. I even started one. It’s still sitting in the basket because I got overwhelmed and shoved it all back in the envelope. True life. The shoulder saps are sewn and the fabric is cut, but I was so convinced I’d done it wrong that I shoved it all back in the envelope and tucked it away.
I don’t like to fail. I also don’t like to have to try very hard at anything.
I seriously need to look into therapy, right?
Anyway, my Gran and Gra’ma are excellent seamstresses. They are both very crafty, artsy, and talented! My Mama is, too, actually. She doesn’t realize how crafty she is. See…
Oh yes she did make that sweet little dress! If she feels like it, she can make more in different fabrics 😉 Thank you, Nana!
So, three people who can help me learn how to sew. They live across the country. [There’s a post about how God and I are working through the feelings packed into THAT sentence in my drafts. I’m hoping to finish it tonight or tomorrow because come Friday, I will disappear into the moving abyss.] The good news is, I have a few friends here that know how to sew. I’ll be taking full advantage of your skills in January. I AM going to do this thing, dad-gummit. Someday, I will have a laundry/craft/sewing room. I mean, the room already exists in the new house but right now it’s just a teeny, tiny spare room. Someday, though. Someday it will be my escape!
Now, combine all of these and you’ve got an idea of what I’m thinking. They beckon you, don’t they?!