Jan 03, 2011 23:03
The sewing gene skipped a generation in my family. I don't sew. I have a sewing machine. I had a loving grandmother who bought it for me and tried to teach me. She even sent me to a sewing school once. My mother sews all the time and does custom quilting for money. I. Don't. Sew.
Except for one thing. I sew curtains. Picking out my own fabrics is the only way to get the look I want. When-ever we've moved into a new house (you know, all those times of two) I have sewn the window treatments for the room I am re-decorating. I mentioned this to my husband and he stared at me blankly, trying to recall a time I've done this. I thought it was ungracious of him considering we were standing in a room with valences I sewed.
But, whatever. I'm pretty much known for not sewing. Kids would put things to be mended in my sewing room (Note: I don't deserve a sewing room) and they would linger there until the child outgrew them, completing my diabolical plan.
So can anyone tell me why I'm on the verge of buying five bolts of cloth on eBay? It's the designer I want in the colors I want for the new house we're probably buying. Am I really going to sew window treatments for the entire house? All at once? In complementing fabrics? Seriously? I'm going to take up sewing?
I contain multitudes.
decrepit victorian,
goals,
beauty,
island life