The machine used to belong to my mother (who incidentally, does not know the first thing about sewing). She 'taught' me how to use it during a brief spell in the eighties when she had the madcap idea that my sister and I could make our own hair scrunchies.
Hence I won't claim to know how to sew. Indeed, my first attempt to make these pretty little drawstring bags was hampered by my inability to stop the machine from sewing backwards.
The advantage of my lack of ability with the machine is that I have low expectations and am therefore delighted with any result that yields a usable finished object.
I am able to overlook wonky seams, uneven stitches and a host of other imperfections. Another advantage of my lack of sewing ancestry is that my family will marvel at anything made by one its own that is not a hair scrunchy. In fact, I gave one to my sister for her birthday and she liked it so much she has already requested another. It's got a lining! She exclaimed delightedly. I can't tell you how happy that made me. Simple pleasures truly are the best.
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