Or the real story... I showed her a pattern I wanted to try, asked for her help, and she loaded me and the baby into the car. We returned with a sewing machine, set it up, and then she had to leave for the airport. Yep, she stranded me.
And when I sat down to try a few days later, it got stuck. Before I had even sewed ONE straight line, the machine was stuck. My first thought, This is why I asked for help, Mom. Was quickly followed by my second thought, I'm calling her right now! So I called my lovely mom on facetime, showed her the sewing machine and the parts I had removed, and she talked me through fixing it right on the phone. Gotta love technology, and moms.
So a few sessions later, I actually do have my first project completed (except for one row of embroidery branch stitching - what is that, anyway?). This was intended to be ready for Justice's 1st birthday. While it wasn't finished (or even started) on her actual birthday, I still plan on calling it her 1st birthday gift.
I do truly hope that I come to love this sewing machine. But one thing is certain, every time I sit down to use it, I'm sure to think of my mom and my grandma and all of the heartfelt gifts I have received. I'm so excited to continue sewing for (and someday with) Justice.
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Hey Joy, I actually just took a beginning sewing class in Smyrna. It was super helpful! You only meet three times once a week. They reach you how to sew a children's outfit, in your case a girls dress, and they teach you how top do an appliq. Check them out. It's called Stitchers Playhouse.
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