Almost There
It's clean and ready, but I don't really get to play in it now because I don't have time and sewing makes a huge mess, or at least it does when I do it. It's so funny that I'm this sad about not being able to sew--I originally learned to sew in 4-H and HATED it. I think I could have enjoyed it, but for my mother, it wasn't important just to learn something or--heaven forbid--just getting to enjoy something. Nope, it had to be about earning a blue ribbon at the fair . Not for my sake-- for hers , because I didn't care. But sewing 4-H was about her being AT me all the time about it constantly --no wonder I gave it up for showing cattle because it was outside and I could do it myself without her bothering me. I actually liked the sewing part, but the whole experience was so hateful that I didn't attempt it again until I was well into my 30s. I think the saddest part is that she still has my 4-H ribbons and won't throw them out even thou...