Filed under: Sewing & Crafting
Have I mentioned that I’m a MASTER SEAMSTRESS? Well, I am. No, actually I’m not (the plot thickens), but my mom forced me to take sewing lessons for about 6 years, beginning at age 5.
My sewing teacher always made me feel like a rotten egg, and her tiny dogs scared the living daylights out of me. Let me explain: The sewing room was in a converted garage. To use the bathroom, you had to go into the actual house, which actually meant you had to navigate an obstacle course of TERRIFYING YAPPY DOGS. Every time I had to go to the bathrom, I’d spend a good half hour standing, paralyzed with fear in the living room. Evenatually, I’d make a run for the bathroom, and lived to tell the tale. Where was I? Oh yeah, in between all that, I learned how to sew! I hated it at the time, but I just bought myself a sewing machine, and all those skills came rushing back (and I’m also strangely afraid to use the bathroom). For my initial project, I whipped up two aprons for the lovely bakers!
Today, I’m working form home so that PG&E can come and hopefully fix our heater (which basically warms one square foot of the apartment in the middle of the stairs, so I don’t even know if it’s worth fixing). Working from home RULES because you get to wear your pajamas all day. I once had a former client ask me if Google was hiring for any work from home jobs. Yeah right, lady, if they did, I would totally have that job.
