Another confession.  Up until very recently, I had a secret fear.  A fear of…

my sewing machine.

Years ago, I purchased it with the great intentions of learning to sew along with my older daughter N.  We were excited and delighted until taking it out of the box.  The thing looked like a mechanical monster.  Oh heck no.  Back into the box it went.  Tucked deep into a little-used closet.  No sewing for me.  Nope.  No way.

Over the years I met many great gals who loved to sew.  No fear with these ladies.  I occasionally would suggest that I take a lesson or two from them, but heaved a secret sigh of relief when we became too busy to get it done.

Fast forward.  Labor Day 2008.  My friend Kari, bless her widdle heart, tells me to stop being a wimp, grab the machine and get to her house.  (She was a bit nicer than that, but you get the picture.)  Faced with no other options or distractions, off we went.  Machine and Me.

After figuring out the bobbin winding business and the threading thingy (Did you know all kinds of crazy things happen when you miss just one of those pesky threading steps?  Of course you did.), I finally started sewing.  Here’s the proof:

WOO HOO!!!

After discovering that I indeed could sew something that looked like a seam without driving the needle through my fingers or somehow breaking the machine, I felt SO ACCOMPLISHED!

But Kari wasn’t done yet.   She had some extra material and helped me make this bag:

Could it be any cuter? I think not.

It’s even reversible!  I’ll post a picture of it inside-outsy after I teach N to sew the big pink buttons on it.  I’ll betcha Kari would even share her pattern with us if you want it!

Who knew I had it in me?  🙂

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