News Flash

I am afraid of my sewing machine.

It is broken. And has been broken for months.

I bought this super awesome vintage pattern to make on it, and some super awesome expensive fabric, and cut it all out, and then started to sew--

and it stopped working.

And I chickened out! I have hands, right? I can sew things still, right? Not quite as sturdy, so I probably can't sew that dress, but I could still make other things, right?

Wrong. I can't make this, or this, or this.

And I want to make all of them.

I already took it to one of my sewing savvy friends to look at, but she just said I need to buy some sewing machine oil and grease it up, and then tighten all the stuff inside. And find a way to make the reverse pedal not stick any more.

But have I bought the oil? No. Have I tried to unstick the pedal? No.

Because I am afraid of it.

Afraid of my potential. Afraid of my power with the machine.

Yeah. That must be it.