Okay, so I was finishing up a skirt for my niece today. I took all manner of pains to measure the length exactly at all points and tacked with dress pins. Needle threaded, I sat down to hand stitch the hem. After I had completed about 8" of the hem I observed my work. Grrrr! Nearly every stitch was visible in an otherwise attempt at "blind stitch hemming!" I pulled every stitch out and started again. Off to a better start I felt comfortable and didn't check my work until about 15" later. Grrrrrrrr! More sloppy stitching! whaz up?! I took out about 6" and meticulously started again. It was at this attempt that I discovered if I hid the black threaded stitches in the black pattern of the fabric I had nearly invisible stitches and didn't have to compromise on length either. With my insiders knowledge, I completed the hem in no time.So is life with me these days. It appears that most of what I try to do, no matter how subtle the task, it wants to shout "you're a complete failure at this." Seemingly simple tasks that I had long ago mastered are once again having to be relearned and reapplied in unfamiliar ways.
I wonder how many women throughout history have thought they didn't have what it took to succeed? How could the pioneer women possibly endure all they had to in a days time and still put beans and cornbread on the fire for dinner? Hee! This fast paced life has us stressed and spoiled all at once.
If you could slow it all down, where would you be? Time traveler?....where would you go?
Buy fabric, enjoy life,
Valeri
