I Got My Rock Moves

Disclaimer: Terrible grammar to follow...

God, I love not working. You get to teach yourself the randomest things you SHOULD know how to do, but don't.

So, I need to sew some stuff for photography props and backgrounds. I have been hanging out at Fabric Stores lately (lately = this past week) trying to figure out the best way to accomplish this. Considering the vast amount of sew-stuffs I need sewed (?), really the only *&^^ing feasible option is to learn to sew. Which, if you know me, is hilarious. Well, not really because I go all OBSESSIVE over whatever it is I'm obsessing over at the time. By next week, I may be making couture wedding dresses, you never know. I may reserve annstewardcouture.com while I'm thinking about it, just in case. Or I may throw the thing in the garbage. It's a big crapshoot, this one.

So, there is no way I could pay someone to do this vast amount of sewing for me. Remember, I just retired like yesterday. Bye-bye regular Corporate America deposits. Saddness. LOL. From my seat on the couch, I'm still living the good life.

So my options were my grandma and Kurt's mom. Kurt's mom is out. She likes to say, "Oh Ann, I wouldn't," a lot. Not that that's a bad thing, but she says it a lot when it's about stuff I need. You can see how this would be problematic. So, therefore, she would think making photography props is a waste of time. I love her dearly, but her idea of cool portrait photography is 1985 Olan Mills. Her and my mom agree on this. I need to go get my mom's fave photo after I post this and then post the photo of the photo. Does that even make sense? Then, my Grandma Donetta, who totally rocks it hardcore. She would probably do it for me. But, she has enough going on and helps me a TON with Belle. So that is just rude to ask her to help! It's all me, baby! Me & my new SINGER! Holla!

Well, I WASSSSSS super excited to get my Grandma Bernice (R.I.P.!!!!!!!)'s sewing machine. I am just SOOOOO SAD (waaaaah!) she's not around anymore (again, R.I.P.!!) to tell her I am staying home with the babies and I want to learn to sew. The entire time I was pregnant with Will, she continued to communicate her unimpressedness at me commuting over an hour each way and also me working, all while having a baby at home. So, needless to say, she'd be overjoyed because she loves me loves me loves me and would think it's awesome awesome awesome I'm teaching myself to sew.

I thought it would be crazy cool to get her sweet sewing machine...and it would. Too bad I finally found out the other day from my aunt that one of my other aunts wants it. BUT, my aunt is an excellent seamstress so really she should get it before me, so I'm happy for her. And then I started thinking about my laptop now vs. the Commodore 64 computer we had as kids. Yeah, the Barbie game rocked. But it's nothing compared to the internets. That being said, my Grandma's OTHER TWO available sewing machines are upwards of 30-40 years old. I'm assuming sewing machines have come a long way since then and are much more user- (aka idiot) friendly than they were then. So, me and the new Singer are going to make our peace tomorrow. I'll letcha know how it goes...if it goes. If you don't hear from me for awhile, it's probably safe to assume I stitched my hands together and landed myself in the E.R. Cheese grater incident, anyone!?

Wish me luck. For reals. Olan Mills photo to follow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Love,
Ann