I am not domesticated.
It's not my mother's fault - she has it all: adventurous, intellectual, capable, and the consummate housekeeper. I mean that with all sincerity. She is an expert fly fisherman and a world traveler, but I challenge even the most exorbitant maid service to clean a house as impeccably as the woman who raised me.
I'm not sure what happened in my case. Maybe it's a generational thing. I'm the kind of person who will drop-kick my clothes under the bed as I peel them off at the end of the day...and forget they're under there for a month or two.
I mean, cleanliness issues aside, I don't even cook. I am fortunate enough to have a husband who is a former chef, and who genuinely loves his kitchen time.
So it was with great trepidation that I buckled down and purchased my very first sewing machine last week.
I'm not sure what came over me. I guess I thought I would not be able to make it through parenting a toddler without owning a sewing machine.
For the next few days, it sat (still sealed in its box) in the middle of our livingroom carpet, staring me down like a viper. Today, goaded by friends, I finally girded my loins, busted it out, and made this: a sundress (of sorts) repurposed from a vintage apron I found once in an antique store.
Having successfully (more or less) reconfigured an apron, my imagination took off on a wild tangent, and suddenly I wanted to make THIS (from the Etsy shop of Sandritocat).
Maybe if I had a 14" waist, and a lot more talent for sewing than I will ever have in this lifetime.
Quick and Easy? Perhaps if you're a 1940s housewife with a maid and no kids.
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