It’s Crockett Science

I think I was about seven years old when my mom signed me up for sewing lessons. I have specific memories of “sewing” way too many circles and squares on the machine using only the unthreaded needle to poke holes in the paper. In the end, I made a pillow for my bed that was black with little pink flowers all over it. And the seams came out within six months leaving my hair and my bed filled with clumps of staticky, poofy stuffing. It’s safe to say I didn’t stick with it.

So I’m sure it’s a little odd that Brett got me THIS for Christmas last year. And I actually ASKED for it:

For some reason, I got it into my head that I was gonna learn to sew! And I was gonna teach myself! It might be the hormones….

I really have NO IDEA where this whim came from. I have ZERO inclination or talent to be crafty or creative. (Shocking considering who my mother is.) But I kinda felt like I needed to develop my domestic skills. Basically it came down to two things: 1. it might come in handy and 2. I’m so obsessed with clothes I better learn to make my own.

So you can all laugh to yourselves right now while you picture me using Google to try to figure out how to thread a bobbin and making myself jump everytime I bump the foot-peddle/throttle?/thing.

This is my guide:

Does this look terrifying to anyone else?

Don’t worry I’ll be sure to document the human and textile disasters along the way.

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