Lost art found?

Many who know me, understand that I am extremely passionate for antiques, art, records, old books, and old school ways of life.  I am so not into technology, this blog was an answer to not my prayer, but Sean’s.  He thought it would be the coolest thing in the world if I drank coffee, owned a cell phone and blogged.  Well, one out of three is not bad.  He is passionately passionate about coffee and the technological era we currently reside in.  I could do without, kind of like plastic bags, microwaves, and white bread.  I do, however, see the immense benefit of it, like anything, it has it’s uses and can be important when used in small doses.  For a couple of years now, I have been on the fence with sewing.  Sewing to me is kind of like communication.  It has become a lost art.  I have been so afraid, really.  Afraid of pricking my finger, afraid of not doing it right, afraid that it would be just too hard and I would look incompetent.  Thankfully, mother-in-law Carol came to my rescue and helped me get over my fear.  My first sewing…I made patches then sewed the patches on my Toms where my toe was beginning to stick out.  So fun.  I thought it really was difficult at first, but the reward of completing and confronting this fear hands on has made this skill all the more liberating.
Thought of the night:
“When I allow it to be
there’s no control over me
I have my fears
but they do not have me.”

Sew, Just Dance!

Phew! That is all I can say about last week. I was shocked to discover something during the hustle and bustle of all the things that happened. There were the night time visits with great friends, the end of 2’s soccer, the end of 1’s dance, the end of a teaching course that had been held at the church for the last 9 months, dinners, graduations, commitments, birthdays, special days, oh man…I remember thinking, “When is this going to end?” But like I mentioned, something happened at 1’s dance recital. An epiphany? No, I don’t think so, but close. I realized  I do not like to not be able to do something-whatever it may be. Even if I can’t do some things well, at least I can kind of do them somewhat.  I had to purchase a piece of elastic from Fabric Land for 1’s dance costume.  I left the store embarrassed and felt defeated. I don’t know how to sew or the language that goes with it. The next day while at the dance recital, I was awestruck. A longing in my heart made itself known to me. Is this because I recently had a birthday and whenever I have a birthday a new quest to conquer something is bizarrely birthed? Seriously. Two things. I want to learn to sew and I want to learn to dance.  When I told 1 I am planning on taking dance lessons she asked, “You don’t know how to dance?” When I answered, “No.” She replied, “Dancing is easy, you just dance.”