I bought a sewing machine.
We stared at each another for a few days.
I read and reread the instruction booklet. I read and reread patterns. I bought material and thread and a seam ripper.
Tommy asked me when I was going to use the machine.
I told him I wasn't quite ready.
Tommy glanced at it, spent .8 seconds threading it, and began to sew.
I told him it was MINE (I learned from Judah) and that I was finally ready.
I made two skirts.
(the model is my lovely niece on her 2nd birthday)
I'm proud. Very, very proud.
*one of Judah's favorite things to say...