Earlier I was transformed into a little girl the night before the first day of school. I’m starting a sewing class tomorrow. It’s just a 6-week course at the local community college, but I am so excited.
I went out to the fabric store, braving the rain and the bad drivers, and picked up 3 1/2 yards of beautiful fabric and a new pair of Fiskars. When I got home, I emptied out my sewing box onto the bed and organized all the little bits. Sticking fresh pins into my donut pin cushion, winding loose thread around the spool, dropping stray buttons into a jar. I felt transported to my elementary school days when I would organize and re-organize my school supplies and slip them neatly into my crisp backback. And then wait.
I’m waiting, again. And I’m wondering what I will do with this 3 1/2 yards of fabric, and I’m hoping it will be as lovely as the dresses my mom used to make, and I’m imagining a sewing corner in a house with a rainbow of spools on the wall and a secret stash of notions.