Today I am off to purse class with Joyce. We decided to pick the hardest bag design that Amy Butler offers (in my opinion). It took me over three hours to get all the pattern pieces ready and then get all the pieces cut out. Each piece required the exterior fabric, lining and interior fabric. It's a LARGE bag. It has multiple pockets and three zippered sections. We came to the conclusion that if we can master this bag then we can make anything.
In reality I am freaking out. If I didn't have Joyce to talk me off the proverbial sewing ledge I might have thrown in the towel. I have been given strict orders that I am to leave all anxiety at the door, so I'm sharing my fears with you. I get impatient when I sew. I find quilting so much easier. There's something about all the pattern pieces, markings and the three pages of microscopic directions let alone three zippers that's a bit overwhelming. I thought about taking a Benadryl before I leave home, to calm my nerves, but am concerned I might fall asleep while sewing my sleeve to the outer flap.
If the Lord prompts you to think of me today, please send up a prayer for me to get a grip. Aren't classes suppose to be fun? Why are we so hard on ourselves? I'm giving this bag to my daughter if I can actually make it. What she doesn't know is that she will be using it, everyday, for the rest of her life.
Hugs,
