This postA while ago my dress pants (which I happen to wear pretty much every day — meaning the various pairs, not the same pair, of course, but I can’t very well say “my dress pantses,” now, can I? :)) started splitting at the seams on the side at the pocket level, creating a little hole which looked in on the innards of the pocket. Nothing too serious, but it just doesn’t do to have holes in one’s pants, so last week I bought a little sewing kit at the Twilight Zone in the bookstore. I even got a book from the library on the basics of sewing, but unfortunately it was by Singer and so it almost entirely focused on sewing machines. And the rest was about patterns and other “advanced” stuff that had nothing to do with the problem at hand, namely stitching the hole up. Luckily I had some vague childhood memory of sewing, enough to know how to thread the needle and go in and out and snip the ends and tie them together. And it seems to have worked. ~fingers crossed~ Even if it comes apart, I suppose I can keep stitching them back together for another couple of weeks. (And eventually I ought to learn how to do it the right way. :))
Anyway, it was really fun. Working with one’s hands is really, really satisfying. I’ve been wanting to start woodcarving for a while, for example. And to be perfectly honest, I even want to learn how to — should I say this out loud? — knit and crochet. There, I’ve said it. ~blush~ It’s unfortunate that both activities have been branded “feminine,” because there’s nothing particularly effeminizing about them (inherently). On the contrary, both are constructive and useful skills. But heck, I don’t really need to make excuses. If girls can be in the Army, guys can knit. It works both ways. So, later this summer I may be taking up knitting, in preparation for the long winter. :)
