true story

Ok, so. True story.

Late 2003, I was pregnant with my first son. (He was born March 2004 and is now SEVEN years old!) I was talking with my husband on the phone and said, "Hey, won't it be cool if I get a sewing machine, then I can sew clothes for my baby!" I thought it was a brilliant idea.

Silence on the line. Then he says something to the effect of how I'd end up going crazy frustrated with the sewing machine. Anyway, new baby on the way, how would I find the time?

This was not quite the enthusiastic response I expected.

Then, Joshua was born. This baby turned our lives upside down because he refused to sleep. Of course he was cute, and sure, we adored him. But we were so sleep deprived. He was the reason my man started drinking coffee. And I was tired, all the time.

In 2009, and four kids and a helper later, I wondered again if I could get a sewing machine. This time, my man hauled me and our four down to town to buy me a sewing machine. I chose the simplest one I could find, just in case I did lose interest!

And now I sew.