Last week it felt so good to confess that I have never seen The Sound of Music that I thought I would add another confession to the list . . .
I'm afraid of my sewing machine. There . . . I said it. I'll say it again. I'm afraid of my sewing machine.
In case you are just joining me, I bought a sewing machine on a whim in an effort to "find myself". (It went right along with learning to play the drums and getting my nose pierced. I guess if you are going to find yourself, a nose piercing, drum playing and sewing are three of the tamest ways you can do it.) I'm not actually a sewer - in the sense of having actual technical skill. I don't use patterns. Technical abbreviations like RST and WST send me into a tizzy. And I don't really do anything too useful with the sewing machine - like mend things, make clothes or assemble school costumes.