I always tease J-Bird about being overly feminine. He is in some ways, but in many others, he’s not (he loves his wood-working & power tools). This post, however, is going to highlight one of the many reasons why I tease him…& I hope he doesn’t put me on the couch tonight for that. That couch is mighty uncomfy. Like, I think it’s just pure wood without any cushion.
J-Bird & I decided “together” that we needed a sewing machine. Thing is, I’ve never used one before (though I can sew, just simple things), J-Bird said we would benefit from it. We could enhance our artwork & mend our clothes (we’re poor). A few weeks ago, we found a fairly nice Singer on sale & I agreed that we should make the purchase.
Before J-Bird left for work on Monday, he told me that it would be arriving, but not to open it before he got home. He’s the one that knows how to use it, after all. After spending Monday with my mom, I got back to the house & there it was, the sewing machine, all packaged up & sitting on the porch. Then I waited. And waited.
When J-Bird finally made it home from work, he tore into the box & immediately wanted to start sewing. All I could to was start pointing to stuff & ask What’s this do? How ’bout this one? I was surprised at how clueless I was. I thought as a woman I would have some sort of natural instinct as to how to use a sewing machine, right? Wrong.
I watched as J-bird put thread on the bobbin thingie, all the while carefully explaining & re-explaining how to do each step. I was impressed. He actually let me sew a few stitches on a scrap piece of fabric, but as of right now I can’t use the machine unsupervised.