Santa, Pack a Seamstress. PLEASE!
In the ‘What Was I Thinking’ category, I bought Raqi this child-size mannequin
and these It’s So Easy (even an idiot can do it) Simplicity patterns
and filled a sewing basket with shiny pins, assorted needles, pink pin cushion, measuring tape, colorful ribbon, spools of colorful thread, my button collection, black snaps and Velcro strips.
Raqi has been designing and hand sewing rudimentary clothes for her dolls, and she asked for fabric and a mannequin for Christmas to make herself some clothes. Her Mom told me she bought Raqi a ‘beginner’ sewing machine, so I jumped on Ebay to look for a mannequin.
As I was dressing up the mannequin in a scarf and skirt to put under the Christmas tree, lightning struck.
I CAN’T SEW.
I HATE SEWING!
Who is going to help Raqi thread the sewing machine, translate those mind-numbing pattern illustrations, measure and cut the fabric, sew in a straight line?
All my childhood trauma of my complete and utter failure as a seamstress came flooding over me. Mom made all our clothes and fully expected my sister and me to follow in her footsteps. She tried to teach me, cajole me. She even threatened to disown me from the realms of Home Ec majors who’d paved the way in my family.
I can’t make head, fingers nor foot-pedal sense of bobbins, nap, salvage, pinking shears. I can’t even fold the patterns up once they’ve been unfolded, not even with those permanent fold lines seared in that tissue-like paper.
Panicked, I emailed Parker: “Can YOU sew?”
Her response: “No, I thought you could.”
Running through my non-existent list of Plan B’s, I thought of Charisse, Raqi’s next-door-neighbor-Super-Mom who French-braids hair; makes daily meals for six from scratch; paints Halloween faces with the skill of a makeup artist.
I emailed Parker: “What about Charisse? Does she sew? If not, can she learn overnight?”
Parker’s response: “Charisse is out of town. You better bring gin.”
Merry Christmas to all my dear friends, readers, fellow bloggers and your families. May your Christmas celebration be as blessed and loving as I know mine will.
O Holy Night.