I Run From a Sewing Machine

The daughter of a professional seamstress, I am a tactile learner, I have to feel the possible fabric to make a decision. If it is rough like linen or denim, I am not a fan. I like flowing soft, pliable easy materials Unless I am trying to sew them together Slick and elusive, velvet, satin and silk fabrics are difficult to maneuver. And you have to make sure all of the cuts are made in the same direction. Shiny pieces with beading or rhinestones intrigue and interest me, But I rarely wear them as they are stiff, hot and uncomfortable. Plaids are a nightmare to piece together; worse than matching wallpaper. My twin sister buys fat quarters and makes beautiful quilts. Her luxury hobby is sewing, she spends hundreds of dollars on it. I run from a sewing machine in every direction. Homemaking was a chore, I wanted to take woodworking. In highschool, my mother used to rip out most of my seams at night, so I had to start over in the morning. Mom wanted everything made out of fabric to be perfect. She was a professional, but this discouraged me. When I need to create I cartoon, paint or write. I do not sew.