Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Instant Gratification

Our culture has an obsession with Instant Gratification: email gets delivered in a second, microwaves make dinner in no time, drive thrus can hand us the perfect soy chai no water latte in minutes, and Google provides the answer to literally ANY question in .0279 seconds.

I'd like to say that I am "above" that thinking and can take the time to do whatever needs to be done with a great attitude and patience knowing that the process is good for me and all that.

But it is not true.

I spent several hours on Friday cutting and placing my material to make curtains for Hunter's room. Then I started sewing. I thought since my great friend Courtney was nice enough to let me borrow her sewing machine this project would be done in no time. I mean, how hard could it be to sew together a few pieces of material?

Let me tell you, it's HARD. I ran out of time on Friday and had to try again on Tuesday. I went to Courtney's house right before Hunter's nap so that he could sleep as I put together the curtains. As soon as I would start to get the hang of it the thread would run out. Then I would re-thread the machine and start again-- forgetting to put the "foot" down and immediately my needle would lose its threading. Then the bobbin would run out. Not to mention how many times I would get off track or sew it wrong... I was anything but patient and I almost gave up so many times.

Four hours later, I completed the project. Don't look too close, the seams are not beautiful, but I am pretty proud of myself. I made 4 panels, 2 for each window. Check them out:

I guess I can say perseverance is good. But I told Courtney I am going to think long and hard before I decide to sew again. And then when I decide I should, I gave her complete permission to ask me to think about it more.

3 comments:

  1. You forgot to mention how you tried to persuade me to finish them for you. Look how much you learned and how proud of yourself you get to be now!

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  2. I made the curtains for the blue room on the first floor here and ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh! They are amazing--I stare at them in wonder each time I vacuum or clean in there but ugh. They were sheers and, Thank God!, I got advice from my mother and the sewing store lady--special thread, special needle--who would have known. Not me. Then directions on measuring, marking, "depth of hem." Sewing even has a secret special language. Your curtains are wondrous fine and you should be super proud and you had fabric so you had to but I'm opting for on sale at T.J. Max or Target from now on. Whew! Sewing curtains is monotony hell. Oh, just so you know, the hems on most purchased curtains aren't so perfect either. If you ever have a guest who actually starts looking at the hems act out Arsenic and Old Lace for them!

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  3. How awesome is it to move somewhere and one of your dearest friends lives there. Wow!

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