I used to love to sew, I really did. For years as my children were growing up, I made all of the girls clothes. My son was so disgusted with me because I never made anything for him. I actually felt so guilty that I made him a shirt. He absolutely loved that shirt and every time he wore it, he would make sure everyone knew that I had made it for him. Unfortunately, I never sewed another thing for him ever.

I even made most of my own clothes. I always had a sewing project going. Oh how my girls hated being fitted for their clothes, but I think they were always happy when they got a compliment on what they were wearing.

Why did I start to think about sewing tonight? Because I have so many things that I need to do. Many pants to shorten, both for myself and for Dick. Why can't either of us buy pants that still need to be shortened. I never thought of myself as having really short legs, but I guess I do. I also have so much mending to do, but everything just seems to stay where I put them. The reason for this is that the Singer sewing machine that I loved so much is still on the fritz. We have spent so much money reparing this thing that I hate to have to spend one penny more. It's always the darned tension. It just doesn't work. I would sew a few inches and then it would break. It never used to give me problems and all of a sudden it wouldn't work. I have paid to get it fixed I have also had a couple of really good seamstess friends try to fix it for me. At one time I even bought a used portable, only to find that I hate sewing with it as it doesn't give me a nice level space to sew on like my old one does. Before I bought that sucker, I tried doing a lot by hand, but with my ever increasing pain with arthritis in my hands and wrists I can't really do that anymore. So there everything lies, just taking up space. It is reallly depresssing. I keep telling myself to just get with it and use the portable or try once more to get the old one fiixed professionally.

I don't suppose there is any sense in just worrying about it all the time, but what is a person to do? I don't want to pay for someone else to do my sewing for me and I won't ever ask my sewing friends to do it for me again, so I guess I will just have to let Dick's pants continue to puddle a bit on his shoes (which he really hates) or just get the portable out.

Why ever did I just keep rambling on about this tonight? Because I haven't done one interesting thing this past week, and all I could think about was what I should be doing. I do wish I could figure out a way to keep from putting things off though. I am about as good a procrastinator as I keep telling Dick he is.

Now that I've vented about this, I think maybe I will start to shorten a pair of pants or two. Sorry you had be the recipient of all this venting.