Subtitled: To sew or not to sew
To sew, or not to sew, that is the Question:
Whether ’tis Nobler in the body to suffer
The pins and pricks of forgotten needles,
Or to take Armes against a cupboard of empty hangers,
And by opposing end the bank account: to debt, to money
No more; and by a cut of scissor, to say we end
The emptiness, and the thousand Naturall shockes
When Flesh looks in the mirror?
My apologies to Shakespeare.
Have you ever felt an urge – more than an urge – a need – to do something that you know you’re not good in doing? I do, when I want to sew. Yes, I do want to sew, regularly. I don’t know why. Yet again, I’m unpicking a pair of pants, actually two pairs: cut from a newspaper pattern, not the right size, and with a low-rise waistband with side zipper. I forgot to add – no instructions. The zipper end up on the wrong side. I can wear the pants, except it’s too big (the one aspect I didn’t consider, ’cause I’m neither a size 10 nor a size 12). But I’ll unpick and start again.
How about you?