So, Why Not Sew?

To say that my sewing skills are bad would be too kind. On a scale of 0 – Sucks my sewing skills would fall somewhere in the middle. When my oldest son came to me the other day and asked me to mend a small rip in his pants I said, “Um, sure okay.” Then I left the pants on the counter for a couple of days. After much anxiety and guilt, I did manage to fix it so that it looked barely passable. Fortunately, my son is not too picky about his clothes.

Nevertheless, I came away from this wondering why I am so apprehensive about learning to sew properly. It's not that I am afraid of learning or doing new things. If anything, living la vida frugal has taught me that doing it yourself can save a lot of money and build a lot of confidence. I have painted the entire interior of my house; tiled the floor in our house with the exception of the bedrooms and the family room; learned how to bake gluten free; and I've even taken a cake decorating class just so I can decorate gluten free cakes and cupcakes. But the skills needed to sew remain a mystery to me.

I don't necessarily think that my life would be any better or worse if I learned how to sew because it's not something that I would do everyday. However, when the need arises I find myself thinking, “Why haven't I learned how to do that?” Maybe I should just admit to myself that I don't have the patience, I don't want a sewing machine, and quite frankly I can't be bothered. There, I feel better. At least until the next time I have to sew something.