I don’t know about you, but picking up sewing (as if you just pick it up, hah!) has really changed my life. No, really. It has changed my life in so many ways.
- My perfectionism, which was just a minor irritant before, is now in full bloom. I regularly have conversations with myself that go like this, “You’re going to go out of the house wearing that? It has a pulled thread in the hem! The side seam is ripply! I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing an off grain garment!”
- Housecleaning is completely and happily ignored. Oh wait, that happened pre-sewing too.
- I stare at other people’s clothes with a maniacal gleam in my eye. Or sometimes, I even ask to touch their clothes, saying, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. I sew.”
- I procrastinate my sewing projects with other sewing projects. Well, I procrastinated before too, but not by doing the same activity. I should get an award or something for this high falutin’ procrastination.
Seriously though sewing has changed one major aspect of my life, my love for reading. I have been an avid reader since I learned to read. My mom always read a ton. I did too. I would rather read a good book than go play outside. (We were a rather indoorsy, sedentary folk.) In junior high and high school, I would read until the wee hours and then have to get up at 6:30am to go to school, bleary eyed or not. I read the Lord of the Rings eleven times. ELEVEN. TIMES. All three books. Who has time for that???? As an adult, my love for books still knew no bounds. I once stayed up all night to finish a book before work. But when I got to work, I felt so nauseated from the lack of sleep, I had to go home and go to bed. My boss just laughed at me and said, “That must have been some book!”
But since I have started sewing, reading has completely gone by the wayside. Why would I spend time reading when I can read about sewing or actually sew something? That’s a waste of my time. I could be sewing! I have tried to read. I remember the feeling of losing yourself in another world, another character. Living and breathing with them as you follow their stories. I remember it fondly. I would like to read. But sewing has such a hold on me. I have been in its grip, under its control, for nigh on 6 years now. When I’m not sewing, I feel guilty that I’m not sewing. I plan my days, my weeks, my workouts around what I have to sew that day or week. Nope, can’t work out today, I only have 4 hours until I pick up Jack. Can’t waste my time working out when I have the Gatsby dress to make. If I can’t work out, how could I possibly read. That would be the height of insolence. It would be punch in the nose to sewing!
Do I miss reading? Yes. Will I get back to it ever? Probably. Maybe when I’m 80 and can’t see to thread my needles anymore. But right now, I am so happy with sewing as my hobby, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.*
So tell me, how has sewing changed your life?
I can’t resist showing you my Mother’s Day present from the little boy who lives with me. So sweet!
* Yes, I am an obsessive/compulsive person, bordering on clinical. And yes, these obsessions can last decades.